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PSALM    I.    Common  Metre. 

Ithe  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked* 
I    r>LliST  is  the  man  who  (huns  the  place 

JO  Where  miners  love  to  meet  ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways* 

And  hates  the  fcoffer's  feat : 

%  Who  in  the  ilatutes  of  the  Lord 
:  Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word;, 
And  meditates  by  night, 

£3  He,Jike  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blading  wind. 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 
Shall  his  profefFion  mine  ;      - 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clutters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  imp'ous  and  unjuft  ; 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 

Their  h«pes  are  blown  away  like  du% 
Qi  chaff  before  the  fiornw  / 


4  PSALM    L' 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  (hall  not  {land 
Amongft  the  foris  of  grace, 

When  Chrift  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 

But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM    I.     Short  Metre. 

The  jalnt  happy,  the  /inner  mijerabU* 

1  rjr\HE  man  is  ever  bleft 

X      Who  fliuns  the  finners'  ways. 
Among  their  counfels  never  ftands^ 
Nor  takes  the  icorner's  place. 

2  Who  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 

Amidit  the  labors  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the  root  : 

Freili  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live  ; 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  But  the  ungodly  race 
Shall  no  fuch  bleflings  find  : 

Their  hopes  fhall  flie  like  empty  chair 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 
Before  that  Judgment- feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at  Chrift's  right  hand, 
*  In  full  aiTembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows  and  he  approves 
The  way  the  right'ous  go  ; 

But  finners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 


P  S  A  LM    I,    II,  5 

P  S  A  L  M    I.     Long  Metre. 

The  difference  betvjeen  the  righteous  and  the 

wicked, 
j.  TTAPPY  the  man,  whole  cautious  feet 
j_Shun  'he  broad  way  which finnersgo3 
kWho  hates  the  place  where  ath'ifts  meet3 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcofters  do. 

%  He  loves  to  pafs  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure,  pond 'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He9  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ikeams, 
Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  ; 

And  heav'n  will  mine  with -kinde'ft  beams 
On  ev'ry-work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  (inner  s  find  their  counfels  croft,  j 
As  chafr  before  the  tempeft  flies.; 

So  mail  their  hopes  be  blown  and  left, 
When  the  laft  trumpet  (hakes  the  Ikies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebels  feek  to  iland 
In  judgment,  with  the  pious  race  ; 
The  dreadful  Judge  with  ftern  command 
Divides  them  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Straight  is  the  way  my  faints  have. trod, 
*c  I  blefs'd  the  path  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

"  But  you  would  chufe  the  crcoked  road, 
fe  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain.*' 

P  S  A  L  M  v  II.     Short  Metre. 

Translated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 
Acls    iv.     24,     &c; 
Chris's  dying  y  ri/ing,  inter  ceeding  and  reigning* 
[1  "m  M  AKER-  and  fov'reign  Lord 
JL V J.    Q?  hcav'jn,  and  earth  and  feas, 


PSALM    II. 

Thy  providence  confirms  thy  words 
And  anlwers  thy  decrees. 

a     The  things  fo  long  foretold 

By  Davids  arc  fulfil  I'd, 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 

Jefus,  thine  holy  child  J 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews,  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
Th'  anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kin^s  agree 
To  form  a  vain  c'eilgn  ; 

Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  his  Cnrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  throne, 

The  Lord  who  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  boa. 

Pause. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 
And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

j    -He  afks,  and  God  beftows 

A  large  inheritance  ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  ends 

His  kingdom  fhall  advance. 

8     The  nations  who  rebel 

Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honors  well 

Which  he  re*eiv'd  from  God, 


P  SALBI    If. 

Tq    Be  ufrife,  ye  rulers,  now, 
*   And  worfhip  at  his  throne  \ 
With  trembling' joy,- ye  people**  bow*  . 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

io    If  once  his  wrath  arife^ 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  ; 
Then  blefTed  is  the  foul  who  flies 

For  refuge,  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM    II.    Common  Metre, 

l  "€X  THY  did  the  nations  join  to  &af 

W     The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ! 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away9' 
-And  tread  his  gcfpel  down  ! 

%  The  Lord  who  fits  above  the  fkies 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  veng'ance  in  his  eyes 

And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through, 

3UI  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 
"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  5 

<8 1  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne,  s 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  u  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"The  utmoft  Heathen  lands  ; 

"  Thy  rod  of  iron  {hail  deftroy 
-   «  The  rebel  who  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  tile  earth., 
Obey  th5  anointed  Lord, 

Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth^ 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With- humble  love  add re$  his  throne  % 
For  if  he  frown*  ye  die  ; 


g  PSALM    IL 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone^ 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     IT.     Long  Metre, 

Chrift's  death,  refurrettion,  and  afcenfton.     j 

WHY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  fj 
The  Romans,  why  their  (words  employ  I 
Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  engage, 
Hi_3  dear  anointed  to  deftroy  ? 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay, 
"  This  man  (hall  never  give  us  laws," 
And  thus  they  cart  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns,         * 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controls  ! 
He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill  ; 

Ci  My  hand  fhall  bring  him  from  the  dead* 
«  And  he  fhall  ftand  your  Sov'reign  ftULr" 

f  $  His  wond'rous  riling  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  God-head  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth* 
P  This  day  have  1  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  mv  Son,  to  my  right-hand* 
**  There  thou  (halt  aft,  and  1  beftow 

"  The  utmoft  bounds  of  Heathen  lands, 
"  To  thee  the  Northern  ifles  (hall  bow.  , 

7  But  nations  who  refift  bis  grace 
S^all  fall  beneath  his  iron  ftroke  ; 
His  rod  (half  crufh  his  foes  with  eafe, 
A*  potters'  earthern  work  is  broke. 


Psalm     iih  9 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 
Be  v/ife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  : 
Now  at  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name, 

o  With  humble  love  add  re  fs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grovr  angry,  and  ye  die  j 
His  wrath  fhall  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealoufy. 

10  His  ftorms  fhall  drrve  ycu  quick  to  hell  5 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  dull, 
Happy  the  fouls  who  know  inm  well, 
And  make  his  grace  their  enly  trufr. 

Psalm    III.    Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  Fears  fupprtfs'd  j  or,  God  sur  De~ 
fence  from  Sin  and,  Satan. 

1.  T\ /fY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
IV J    how  fall:  my  foes  increxfe  ! 

Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
they  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2.  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
there's  no  relief  in  Heav'n  ; 

And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3.  Put  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ilrength 
ihalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 

Shalt  filence  all  m\  threat'ning  guilt} 
and    raife    my    drooping    head. 

[4.   I  ery'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

he  bow'd  a  lift'nirVg  ear  \ 
I  cali'd  my  Father  and  my  Gcd, 

and  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

B 


10  P  S  A  t  K  •  iil. 

5.  H>  fheJ  foft  (lumbers  on  mine  eyed,-- 
in  ipighr  or"  all  mv  foes  ; 

I  'woke,  and  wonder M  at  the  grace 
which  guarded  m/  repofe,J 

6.  What  tho'  the  holts  of  death  and  hell 
ali  arm' J  agiinft  me  flood, 

'Terror^  no -more  (hall  make  my  foul  ; 
my  refuge  is  my  God. 

fi  Ar  ff,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace,- 

Wn-'le  1  thv  glory  fing  j 
my  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 

and  death  has  loft  his  (tin>. 

3    Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

his  arm  alone  can  fave  : 
Bl  flings  attend  thy  people  here, 

and  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

Psalm     ITT.      Long   Metre. 
A  Morning    Pfalm. 


"OS 


Lord'j  how  many  are  my  foes 

his  weak  ft  ate  of  fleih  and  blood  I 


My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2.  TVd  with  the -burdens  of  the  day j, 
To  thee  I  rais'J  an  ev'nmgery  : 

1  hou  heaid'ft  when  I  beg?n  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3.  Suopnrtd  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
]  laid  me  down  an!  flent  fecu^e  : 

N  t  death  fhould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Th' '  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more» 

4.  £ut  God  fu<tanVd  me  all  the  night  5 
Sa  ratio::  doth  to  God  belong  5 


'Psalm    iv,  <ll 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  make  his  praife  my  morning  fong, 

P  s  A  L  M     IV.         Lcn^  Me    5, 

Hearing  of  Prayer  ;  or,   God  our 

'        C£r//?  our  Hype. 
j.f~\  G  O  D  of  grace  and  rig!  , 

\J  Hear  and  attend  when  LtcmpiiUii  f 
Thou  haft.enlarg'd  me  in  diftreis, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2.  Ye  ions  ot  men,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  g!o  y  into  fhame  : 
How  long  will  fcofrers  love  to  lyf, 
And  dare~ieprcach  my  £>av'eurss  narne  ? 

3.  Know  that  the  Lord  divides'  his  faints 
t'otri  all  the  tribes  of  men  btiide  j 

He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents 

For  the  dear  fate  of  Chrift  who  dyM, 

4.  When  our  cbed'ent  hands  have  don§ 
A  thoufand  works  of  right'oufnefs. 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alones 

And  glory  in  hss  pard'ning  grace, 

5.  Let  tHe  unthinking  many  fay, 
JVbo  will  bejiow  Jome  earthly  good  ? 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  j 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav?nly  food. 

6.  Then  (hall  my  chearful  pow9rs  rejoice, 
At  grace  and  favor  fo  divine  ; ' 

ftor  wnl  1  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn,  and  ail  their  wine, 

P  s  a  l  m-  IV,     Common-Metre, 

An    Evening   Pfalm. 
ORD,  hou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  j 
am  forever  thine3 


L°. 


12  r    S    A    L    M      IV,      V, 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2.  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head 
'     from  cares  and  buPnefs  free, 
5Tis  fweet  converfing  on  my  bed 

with  my  <5wn  heart  and  thee. 

3.  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 
and  when  my  work  is  done, 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4.  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compost  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  deep  ; 

Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
and  will  my  (lumbers  keep. 

P   «   A    L    M       V. 

For  the  Lord 's-  Day  Morning, 

1.  1      ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear 
JL/  my  voice  afcending  high  : 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
to  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2.  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chri/i  is  gc*ne 
to  plead  for  all  his  faints, 

Prefenting  at  his  Father**  throne 
our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3.  Thou  art  a  God  before  whofc  fight 
tie  wicked  mall  not  ftand  ; 

Sinners  mail  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
nor  dwell  at  thy  ri^ht  hand. 

4.  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 
to  tafte  thy  mercies  there  : 

I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
and  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 


Psalm    v9    vi.    -  ^ 

5„  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 

in  ways  of  right'ouinefs  ! 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftraight, 

and  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6.  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
to  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 

They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
to  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7.  Lord,  crufb  the  ferpent  in  the  dufr, 
and  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 

While  thofe  who  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
for  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8.  The  men  who  love  and  fear  thy  name3 
(hall  fee  their  hopes  fulflliM  ; 

The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
with  favor,  as  a  fhield. 

Psalm     VI.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  in  Sicknefs ;  or,  Difeafes  h&ahd* 

1. 1 N  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 

*     withdraw  the  dreadful  ilorm  ; 
Kor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 
againft  a  feeble  worm. 

l.  My   foul  bows  down  with  heavy  eares5 

my  fieih  with  pain  opprefs'd  ; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  ie&r?f 

my  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3.  Sotow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  | 
.    I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
^Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs9 
I  'till  the  (low  morning  rife. 


I4.  P   S    A    L    M      V!* 

4.  Shill  I  be  ftiil  tormented  more  ? 
mine  eye,  confum'd  with  tfrief  ? 

How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  'afford  relief  r 

5.  He  hears  when  dufl:  and  aQies  fpeak, 
he  pities  all  our  groans  ; 

He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
and  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6.  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 
reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 

But  iilent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

Psalm    Vf.     Long  Metre. 
"Temptations  in  Sickntfs  overcome, 

1.  T     O'lD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes 

\_j  When  thou  with  kin.Wfs  doftchaftife;' 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

2.  P.'ty  my  fanguifhmg  eftate, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  which  »  feel  ; 

The  wound-  thine  hcav'y  hand  hath  made, 
O  'et  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 

3.  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary  days 

In  fighs  and  groans  ;  and  wh-n  'tis  night, 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears, 
My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4.  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  iong  Almighty  G^d,  how  long  ? 
When  (hill  thine  hour  of  grace  r  turn  ? 
When  fhall  1  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5.  I  feel  my  flnfli  fo  near  the  erave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair ; 


Psalm    vj,    vu.  i$ 

But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord3 
For  all  is  duft  and  filcnce  there. 
6.  Depart  ye  tempters  from  my  foul  | 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart  ; 
Mv  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  pain,  and  chear  my  heart. 

Psalm    Vit. 

Gotfs  Care   of  his    People^   and  Punijhment  of 
Perjecuiors. 

i.  T^  M Y  truft  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend, 

J\j.  my  hope  in  thee,  m,.  God  ; 
RiP*>  and  m  r  helpl  fs  life  defend 

from  thofe  who  feek  my  blood,         ^ 

2.  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
mv  foul  in  pieces  tear, 

As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
when  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3.  Tf  I  have  e'er  provok'd  them  firil, 
or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 

Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  duih, 
and  lay  mine  honor  low. 

4    If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing. eyes"; 
I  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 

nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5.  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
their  pride  and  pow'r  controul  ; 

Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
deliverance  for  my  foul. 

P  A  u  s   E. 

6.  Let  Tinners  an  J  their  wicked  rage 
,be  humbled   to  the  duft : 


16  Psalm    vn,    viii. 

Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
to   vindicate   the   juft  ? 

7.  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 
he  will  defend  th*  upright  : 

His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
againft  the  fons  of  fpight. 

8.  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 
but  there  themfelves  are  cail  $ 

My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
on  their  own  heads  at  laft. 

9.  That  cruel  perfecuting  race 
mult,  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 

Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
and  juftice  of  the  Lord. 

Psalm  "VIII.     Short  Metre. 

Gad's  Sovereignty   and   Goodnefs  ;    and   Man's 
Dominion  ovtr  the  Creatures* 

1.  f~\  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 
\J  thv  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
and  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine. 

2.  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wond'ring  eves, 

And  fee  the  moon,  compleat  in  light 
adorn  the  darkfome.  Ikies. 

3.  When  I  furvey  the  Oars, 
and  all  their  ftiining  forms, 

Lord,  wharws  mm,  thit  worthlefs  things 
a-kin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

4.  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 

.    that  thou  £hould*il  Jove  01m  (o  I 


Psalm    viii.  ij 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
and  lord  of  all  below. 

5.  Thine  honors  crown  his  head, 
while  heafts  like  Haves  obey, 

And  birds  which  cut  the  air  with  wing*) 
and  fi(h  which  cleave  the  fea. 

6.  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
and  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  duft  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 
a  monument  of  praife. 

7.  f  Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 
and  fucklings,  thou  canir.  draw 

Surprifing  honours  to  thy  name  ! 
and  ftrike  the  world  wit  a  awe. 

8.  O  Lord,  cur  heav'nly  king, 
thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
and  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine.j 

Psalm     VIII.     Common    Metre. 

Cbrift"!  Condefcenfiw  and  Glorificatim  \  or,  God 
made  Man. 

1.  g~\  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

\J  is  thine  exalted  name 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 

let  men  and  babes  proclaim 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
the  moon  which  rules  the  night, 

And  ftars  which  well  adorn  the  fky, 
thofe  moving  worlds  of  light  ; 

3  Lord  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
wko  dwells  fo  far  below* 


pg  P   S    A   L    M      Vlli. 

That  thou  fhould'tt  vifit  him  with  grace, 
and  love  his  nature  fo  ! 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 

to  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

to  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

[5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

and  men  would  not  adore, 
Obedient  Teas  and  fimes  own, 

his  Godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

.6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  (set  $ 

and  fim  at  Ivis  command, 
Bring  their  large  ihoals  to  Peter's  net, 
bun*  tribute  to  his  hand. 

o 

7  Thefe  lefTer  glories  of  thy  Son 
fhone  through  the  firmly  cloud  ; 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
and  men  confeis  him  God. J 

8.  Let-hi-m  be  crown'd  with.majefty 

who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
And  be  his  hrmors  founde.i  high, 

by  all  things  which  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thv   heav'nly  {late 

let  the  whole  earth  proc  aim. 

Psalm     Vfll.      Paraphra/ecL 

Fir//  Part.   Long  Metre. 

The  Hofanna  of  the  Children  j  or  Infants  prat" 

fing  G*d. 
I.     \    lmighty   Ruler  o:  t  e  Odes, 

£\  Thro'  the  wiue  earth  tn  v  name  is  fpread 


Psalm     viih'  fg 

And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made* 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honor  raife  j 

And  babes,  with  uninftrueled  tongue, 
declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  pow'r  aflifts  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  Blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng     • 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  j 
The  fon  of  David  is  their  fong, 

And  young  Hofanntfs  fill  the  place. 

5.  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
]n  vain  their  fmp'ous  cavils  bring  ; 
Fevenge  fit?  filent  in  their  breafts 
Whilft  Jewijh  babes  proclaim  their  king. 

Psalm     VIII.      Paraphrafed, 

Steond  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Adam  <w/-Chriftj-  Lords  of  the  Old  and  the  New 
Creaiion.- 

1.  "I     ord,  what  was  man,  when  made  atfirflg 
I  j   Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft^ 

That  thou  fhouid'ft  fet  him  and  h  s  race, 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  I 

2.  1^ hat  thru  ihould'ft  raife  his  nature  ht . 
And  make  him  Loid  of  all  below  5 
Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 

And  hy  the  fifhes  at  his  feet  ? 

r  But  O  !  what  brighter  glorfes  wait  -t 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam4  fiate  r 


20  Psalm    fx. 

What  honours  (hall  ttiy  Soi  adorn; 
Who  condescended  to  ^e  born  ? 

4.  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ! 
See  him  in  dull  amongft  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  ; 
Then  fee  him  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5.  The  world  to  come   redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'iies  which  attend  the  fall, 
New  made,  and  glor'ous,  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  SaVour's  feet. 

Psalm      IX.         Firft  Part. 

Wrath  and  Mercy  from  the  judgment  Seat, 

1.  \  1L  J  Ith  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fon^5 
'    VV        thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim, 

Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
wilt  put  my  foes  to  fhame, 

2.  I'll  fingr  thy  Majefty  and  grace  ; 
my  God  prepares  his  throne 

To  judge  the  world  in  right'oufnefs, 
and  make  his  veng'ance  known. 

3.  Then  mall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
.    for  all  the  po^r  oppreft  ; 
To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 

and  give  the  weary  reft. 

4.  The   m?n,  who  know  thy  name  will  truf 
in  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  hafl:  ne'er  fnrfook  the  juft, 
who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5.  Sing  praifes  to  the  right'ous  Lord, 

who  dwf]'s  on  Sigh's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 

and'  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 


PSALM    IX.  lt 

-P  s  A  L  M     IX.       Second  Part, 
The  Wifdotn  and  Equity  of  Providence* 

Hen  thegreat  Judge  fupreme and  juftj 


w 


fhall  once  enquire  foi  biooa  y 
The  humble  fouis  who  mourn  in  dull:, 
fhall  find  a  faithful  Gcd. 

2.  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
does  his  own  children  raife  : 

jn  SMs  gates,  with  ch earful  breath, 
,they  fmg  their  Father's  praife. 

3.  His  foes  fhall  fall,  with  hecdiefs  ktty 
into  the  pit  they  made  5 

And  tinners  perim.  in  the  net 

which  their  own  hands  had  fpread. 

4.  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 
are  thy  dzzp  counfels  known  : 

When  men  or"  mifchief  are  deftroyVJ, 
the  fnare  mufi  be  their  own. 

P   a  u  s   E, 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell  j 
thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 

Which  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
againfl  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  di£refs  are  brought, 
and  wait,  and  long  complain, 

.Their  cries  foal!  not  be  I! ill  forgot, 
Nor  (hall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[7  &ife9  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  k*t^ 

To_judge  2nd  fave  the  poor; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

and  man  prevail  no  more, 
C 


22  P  S  A  L  M     X.    - 

8    Thy  thunder  mall  affright  the  proud^ 

And  out  ihs'T  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men,] 

P  S  A  L  M     X.       Common    Metre.  - 

Prayers   beard,    and  /amis  fivzd  j .  or,  pride, 
mheifm^  and  opprejjton  pum 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  ■  \KT  HY-doth  the  Lord  fond  oft  fo  far  l 

And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  gr?at  calamities 

And  times  of  deep  dutrefs  r* 

2  Lord,  (hall  the  wicked  (till  deride 
^  Tny  jaifice  and  thy  pW'r  ? 

Shall  vance  their  heads  inj>ride, 

And  ftill  thy  faints  devour  ? 

3  They  put  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 
And   then  infujt  the  poor  ; 

They  boiil  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  {hail  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 
Attend  on-  humble  cry  ; 

Ne  enemy  ihall  dare  to  Rand     '" 
When  God  afcends  on  h 

to 

Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  mien  of  malice  rjtee, 
.  A  th  fpolifli  pride, 

9/'fvyoD  r  ne'er  enza-e 


P  S  A  L  M     XT', 


6  Since  thou  for  ever  art  the  Lord  ;    . 

And  pow'ifui  is  thine  hand, 
As  when  the  Heathen  felt  thy  fword, 

And  perim'd  from  thy  land. 

j  Thou  wilt  prepare  ou  to  prays 

And  cauls  thine  ear  to  hear. 
He  hearkens  what  his  children  fay, 
■And  puts  the  world  in  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  (hall  no  more  opprefs, 

No  more  defpife  the  juft  5 
And  rr 

thej   are  t  it  -      Iduft. 

P's  A  L  M      XL      Long    Metre, 

od  /ri/^j  ice  rig  •  ««  *—  *vt£i&&* 

1  ^  JY  re:  kve; 
iVJ,  W             -  ,    -                -  —  cry^ 

Tc  dift*  l}? 

2  1£  government  be  ali  dfeu'roy  d, 
(That  firm  ur  peace) 

And  violence  :e         ice  void. 

Where  fhali  the  right cus  feck  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  inj    ii  tbroafej 
His  eyes                                          w  ; 

To  him  2  vn  5 

thieve-]  1  3H  -:  through. 


faints  fo  f 


*.ui 


To  or  try  the'l"  ^race 

Wh*  eboHtra 

1     «r\  u!  abhors  ihe; 

C  2 


2^  PSALM    Xlh 

5  On  imp'ous  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Tempefts  of  brimilone,  fire,  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with,  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  right'ous  Lord  loves  right'ous  fouls,. 
Whoie  thoughts  and  actions  are  iincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

Psalm     XII.     Long  Metre. 

The  faints9  fafety   and  hope  in  evil  times  ;  or,. 
fins  of  ttie  tongue  complained  of,   viz.'  blafphe*- 
my9  falfebooi^  &c. 

IORD,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear, 
_j  Virtue  and  truth  will  fly  away  ; 
A  faithful  man  amongft  us  here 
Will  fcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

1  The  whole  difcoude  when  neighbors  meet. 
Is  filPd  with     ifl  s  loofe  and  vain  ; 
Their  lin?  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit, 
And    heir  proud  language  is  profane, 

3  But  lies  which  with  deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  Go  J  of  veng'ance  will  confound 
1  he  fl  itt'ring  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  Yet  Jhall  cur  words  be  free,  they  cry,    , 
Our  tongues  Jhall  be  contriuFd  by  none  : 
Where  is  the  Lord  will  a/k  us  why  f 

Or  fay,  our  lips  are  not  cur  own  ? 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  oppreft, 
An  j  hears  opprffr>rs'  h;ughty  ftrain, 
Will  rife  to  j;ive  his  children  reft, 
Nor  fliail  they  trult  his  word  ia  vain. 


o   h.  u   M.     XII,  -    m  2j 

>  Thy  word  U  Lord,  tho'  often  try'd, 

/oid  of  deceit  fhali  ftill  appear  ; 

^ot  iiiver  ievm  times  punfy'd 

?roaa  drols  ana  mixture,  ihines  fo  clear* 

7  Thy  grace  {hall,  in  the  darkieft  hour. 
Offend  the  holy  foul  from  barm  ; 
Tho'  wiien  the  vileit  men  have  pow-Y, 
2n  eVry  iide  will  miners  fwarm. 

Psalm     XII.     Com -non  Metre, 

#fmplaint  of  a%  general  corrupilsn  of  manners ;  or 
the  promije  and  Jlgn's  of  Christ's  coming  to 
judgment. 

LLP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail^ 
Religion  lodfes  ground  I 
The  fans  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

l  Their  oaths  and  promtfes  they  break3 

vTetaa  the  Ba^'r-et's  partj 
With  fair  deceitful  ■  fpeaka 

And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie,. 

How  is  their  fury  ilirr'd  ?  ' 
Are  mi  cur  lips  our  own,  they  cry? 
,-Jnd  who  fbalL  he  our  Lord  ? 

^  Scoffers  appear  on  evjry  fide, 

While  a  vile  race  oiinen 
Are  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride., 
I  And  bear  the  jfword  in  vain,    - 

P    A    U    S    E* 

5  Lord,  when  ^n:-  Jbounfy 

»And  bkfphemy  grows  bdd* 

e.  2 


26  P  S  A'.L  M    Kill; 

When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found*' 
And  love  is  waxing  cold, 

6  Is  not  thy  char'ot  haft'ning  on  ? 
Hair  thou  not  eiv'n  the  fign  ? 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  "  Yesj  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife2 
"  And  make  oppreflbrj.  flee  ; 

"  I  (hall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  fet  my  iervants  free." 

8,  Thy  word, Hke  filrer  fev'n  times  try'd, 

Thro'  ages  fhall  endure  : 
The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide, 

Shall  find  the  promife  .fure. 

PSALM     Kill.     Long  Metre, 

Pleading  with  God  under  deferihn  ;  or,  bipi  in 
darfaejs*. 

1  TLJOW  lol,£>  u  ^^  fhM1  *  complain 
JTj[  Like  one  who  feeks  his  God  in  vain? 
Can'it  thou  thy  face  forever  hide. 
And  I  ftill  pray  and  be  deny'd  ? 

a  Shall  I  forever  be  forgot, 

As  One  whom  thou  regaHefr  not  ? 

Still  fhall  my  foul  thy  abfeiice  mourn  ?  } 

And  ftill  defpair  pi  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  fhall  my  poor  troubled  breaft 
Be  with  tfiefe  anxious  thoughts  opprefs'd \? 
And  fa  tan,  my  maii-  ious  foe, 
Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fo  low? 

4.  Hear.  Lordt:and  grant  me  quick  relief,, 
Sfyhx  my  death  concludes  my  gfjfcf 


PSALM    XIII.  25 

U  thou  with- hold  thy  heav'nly  light, 
I  fieep  in  everlafting  night, 

5  How  will  the  powYs  of  darknefs  boa&,  . 
If  but  one  praying  foul  be  loir  t 
But  i  have  trufted  in  thy  grace. 
And  mall  again  behold  thy  face. 

q  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  fuggeft, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
My  heart  (hall  feel  thy  love,  and  raife 
My  chearful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM    XIII.    Common  Metre.  * 

Complaint*  un'ler  temptations  ef  the  devil, 

MOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face? 
M?  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
l  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
Which  cha'ce  my  fears  away  I 

1  How  long  (hail  my  poor  labTing  foul 
Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  \ 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

2  See  hofcr  the -prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts  ! 

He  fpfeads  a  mift  around  my  eye§, 
And  throws  his  fi'ry  charts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun  and  thou  my  (hield, . 

My  foul  in  fafetv  keep  5 
Make. hade  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 

In  death's  eternal  fleep..- 

|  Ho#  would  the  tempter  boafl  aloud-.. 
If.  I  become  his- prey  ! 


23  PSALM    XIV, 

Behold  the  Tons  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  to  long  delay  ! 

6  Bur  they  (bail  flee  at  thy  rebuke,- 
And  fatan  hide  his  head  : 

He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wiltdifplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
Where  ail  my  hopes  have  hung  t 

I  (hall. employ  my  hps  in  praife, 
And  vict'ry  (hall  he  fung. 

PSAL  M  XIV.  FirfrPari.  Common  Metre. 
By  nature  all  men  are  [inner s. 

1  TpOOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
Jj     "  Tna:  all  religion's  vain  ; 

w   Fnere  is  no  G"od  who  reigns  on  high, 
w  Or  minds  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dread  Jul  and  profane. 
Corrupt  diicourfe  proceeds  ; 

And  in  their  imp'ous  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  celefFal  throne^ 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  who  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  ail  are  gone  aftray  ; 
Their  practice  all  the  fame  : 

There's  n6ne  who  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  who  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit  ; 
Their,  ilajuders  never  ceafe  .    . 


PSALM    XIV.     XV,  25 

How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet  ! 
jNor  know  the  paths  or  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  all  our  hearts  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit,-. 

'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM     XIV.     Second  Pdrt^. 

The  folly  of  perfecutors, 

1  A   RE  finners  now  fo  ftnfelefs  gr<3W%.. 
f^     Thai  they  thy  faints  devour  5 

And  never  wormip  at  thy  th 

Nor  tear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God  !  appear  to  their  furprife, 
Re-eal   thy  dreadful  name  ! 

Let  them  no  mure  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  ihame. 

3  Bod  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  t 
And  yet  our  foes  deride, 

That  we  mould   make  thy  name  our  truft  i 
Great  Gad  !  confound  th<  ir  pride* 

4  Q  Th^t- the- joyful  day  were  come, 
To  fin  till  our  diftrefs  ! 

When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fongs  fliall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM     XV.     Common  Metre. 

Ch$ra5lers  of  a  faint  ;  or,  a  citizen  of  Zion  3 
c  r,  the  qualifications  of  a  chriflian* 

I  II/HO  mail  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
*  •*'      Q.  God  of  holineis  ? 


30  PSALM    XV. 

Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  <nace  ? 

2  The  man  who  walks  in  pious  ways, 
And  works-with'  right*oua  hands, 

Wno  trufts  his  Maker's  promffes, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  Who  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
Nor  {fenders  with  his  tongue  ; 

Will  not  promote  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong, 

4  Who  wealth)/  lingers  r.  nn$, 
Loves  all  who  fear  the  L:  i 

AM  though  to  his  awn  hurt  he  f  wears. 
Still  he  performs  his  \. 

5  Whofe  hands  d  n  bribe, 
and  never  gripe  the  poo    • 

T^ia  foion  casta* 

And  hnu  hi 

p  S  A  L  M     XV,  trei 

Religion  and  ju/lUe,  go.  •  .  0r  Z>«- 

*«lf  /*  GW  ^  fffty/j   ;    0r}   flfe     j  ^  ^r 

*  cbriytian. 

HO  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

^    Grc  re  thy  feed? 

The  man 

And  buml  i  God  below. 

Is  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean, 
mearii 
No  ilandersdw  i  hi*  tcugue  $ 

he  lutes  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong* 


PSAL  M    XVI.  <n 


f  g  Who  will  not  truft  an  ill  report, 
Nor  vent  It  to  his  neigh  bour-s  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 
But  hints  are  honor 'd  in  his  eyes. J 

[4  Firm  to  his  wod  he  ever  flood, 
And  always  makes  his  prornife  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  .thing  he  fweafSj 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

[5  Fie  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 
And  mourns  that  juftict  (houid.be  fold  : 
While  others  gripe  and  gdnd  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door,] 

6  Pie  loves  his  enemies  and  prays 
For  thole  who  curie  him  to  h:s  face  : 
Ani  doth  to  all  men  frill  the  fame 
Which  he  would  hope  or  wife  from  them, 

7  Yet,  when  his  hoi  left  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  fliall  fee$ 

And  dwell  forever.  Lord,  with  thee. 

HAL  M  XVI.  Firft  Pari.  Long  Metre; 

Qonfejfibn  of  our  poverty,  and  faints  the  ke ft  com- 
pany 1  or,  good  works  profit  men.  not  God, 

I  "PRESERVE  rrie,  Lord,  In  time  of  need, 

JL      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee* 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

I  Oft  have  my  heart  and  toYigue  cbiifeff. 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 

praife  can  never  make  thee  b]eir3 
Nor  add  new  dories  to  ikv  n^rne. 


gf  I"  S  A  L  M    XVI, 

3  Yet  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap,  ' 

ifit  by  the  good  we  do; 
THefe  aie  the  ccmpiny  I  keep, 
Thde  are  the  choiceft  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  chufe  the  fens  of  mirth, 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 

I  love  the  men  or   heav'nly  birth, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

P  s  a  l   M   XVI.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

,C  H  R I  s  T  's   ^//-  Sufficiency. 

OW  fair  their  guilt  and  forrow  rife, 
Who  hsffte  to  feek  fome  idol  god  ! 

1  will  not  tafte  their  facriftce,  • 
Their  ofPrings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  ri-  her  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  3 
He  for  my  life  has  cfFer'd  up 
Jefus,  his  bell  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpet'al  feafl ; 
By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right ; 
And,  he  his  name  forever  bleft, 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  .1  fet  rrm  ft  ill  before  mine  eyes  ; 
At  my  right  rui-id  he  ftands  prepar'd 
To  keep  mv  foul  from  all  furp;ife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

Psalm    XVI.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  death,  and  hope  cf  the  rcfurreflion, 

I    \1&  7T-Jr m  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 
y  V      His  arm  is  my  almighty  prep : 


PSALM    XVI. 


S3 


Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  fiefh  fhall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Tho'  in  the  dad  I  lay  my  head,  . 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave. 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flefh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  oft  its  diift  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  malt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  fky. 

4  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow, 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
Which  we  but  tailed  here  below, 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  thro'  all  the  place. 

P  S  A  L  U     XVI.     'Firft  Pari. 
Common  Metre. 
Support  -and  counfel  from  God,  without  mtr it. 
I   QAVE  me,  O  Lor  J,  from  ev'ry  foe: 

O     In  thee  my  trufti  place, 
Tho'  all  the  good  which  I  can  do, 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

Yet,  \i  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 
The  faints  may  profit  by't ; 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  men  of  :ny  'delight, 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols  hafle, 
And  worfhip  wood  or  ftor.e  ; 

But  my  delightful  loi:  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftaat  food. 
He  fills  my  daijj  cup3 

D 


2 


34  PS  A  T7TST    XVI. 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good. 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ! 
His  counieis  are  my  light : 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night, 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all  feeing  eye  : 

Nor  death  nor  hell  my  hopes  (hall  move, 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM     XVI.     Second  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

tte  death  and  refurrefiicn  of  Cbrijf. 

1  «   f  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

l    ■**  He  bears  mv  courage  up  ; 
c<  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
"  My  flefli  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  u  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 

"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  u  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 

"  Thy  courts  immortal   plealures  give, 

46  Thy  prefence,  joy  unknown." 
[4  Thus,  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  funs, 
And  providence  fulfill  the  word 

Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 
5  Jeirus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  flajn 3 


PSALM    XVII."  3| 

Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reflores  h 
Behold,    he  lives  again  1 

6  When  (hall  my  feet  arife  and  {land 

(Jn  heav'ns  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Sen  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  there  the  Father  (miles,  j 

PSALM    XVII.      Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  faints  and  [inner s  \  or,  hope  and  dtj* 
pair  in  death* 

1  A    PiSE,   my  grarous  God, 
Xjb,,     And  make  the  wicked  flee  \ 

They  are  but  thy  ehaftifirig  rod 

To  drive  thy  iainrs  to  thee. 

2  Behold,  the  fmner  dies ! 
His  haughty  words  are  vain  i 

Here  in  this  life  his  pieafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

.3     Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boafr  of  ail  his  {lore  j. 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance,. 

My  foul  can  wifh  no  more, 

'4     I  (hall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  ftand  ccmpleat  in  rigntjOUfiiefiJ 
Walh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5     See  the  new  heav'n  begun 

When  1  awake  from  death, 
Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son3    I 

And  draw  immortal  breath  ! 
D  a. 


*6  PSAL  M    XVII. 

PSALM    XVII.       Long  Metre. 

The  fmners  portion  and  faints  hops ;    or,    the-. 
heaven  of  feparate  fouls,  and  the  reJurre£lion* 

i   T    ORD,I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
J.-/  ^fy  fai^H  my  patience,  and  my  love  : 
When  men  of  fpite  a^ainft  me  join  ; 
They  are  the  (word,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  \ 
Tis  all  the  happin^fs  they  know  \ 
'Tis  all  they  feek :  they  take  their  mares, 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

j  What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
I  {hail  behold  thy  blifsfu!  face, 
And  ftand  compleat  in  right'oufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow4 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fmcere ; 
When  mall  I  'wake  and  find  me  there  f 

5  O  glorious  hour !  O  Weft,  abode  ! 
I  (hall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefii  and  fit)  no  more   controul 
The  facred  pleafure  of  my  foul. 

6  My  flefh  fhall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  iurprize. 
And  in  my  Sav'our's  image  rife, 


PSA  L  M     XVIII,  37 

PSALM    .XVIII.      Ftrji  P<vfc 

Long  Metre* 

Deliverance  from  defpalr  \  or 3  tifopt&mti 

Overcame* 

1  ^qpHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord  my  ftrenpth, 

£  .  My  Rock,  my  toVr,  m  y  high  defence* 
Thy  mighty  arm  lhail  be  my  trlifts 
For  I  have  found  faivation  thence* 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave. 
Stood  round  Bis  With  their  difmal  fhade  $ 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  tofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid, 

3  I  fa w  the  opening  gates  of  hell 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forroWs  tner^ 
(Which  none,  but  thofe  who  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry 'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs,  I  call'd  my  God* 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  miflftf 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  j 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

[S  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief* 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  j 
.Awful -and  bright  as  light'ning  (he 
The  face  of  my  deliverer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  st  his  rebuke- 
{The  biaft  of  his  almighty  breath;) 
He  fent  falvition  from  on  high, 
Ana  drew  me  from  the  d<e^  of  cc^ihA 

7.  Great  were  my  fears,  my   foes  were  gj 
Much  was  their  ilre.ngih  and  more  tkti 


3S  PSALM    XVIII. 

But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu*ror.ftill, 
In  all  the  wars  which  devils  wage* 

8  My  fong  forever  (hall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  h'^s  rritrcy  and  his  powlr. 

PUL  M     XVIII.      Secmd  Part. 

Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

t   T    ORD,   thou  haft  (een  my  foul  fincere^ 
\^j  Haft  made  thy  love  and  truth  appear  j 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  jight'ous  caufe. 

2.  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  waU'd  upright- before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
*Twas  ever  with  a  broken  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
'what  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft ! 
But  thro'  thy  grace  which  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  dating  fin. 

4  That  fin  which  clofe  befets  me  (lilt, 
Which  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will  j 
When  (hall  thy  fpirit's  fov'reign  pow"r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

[$     Vith  an  impart'al  hand,   the  Lord- 
D  :als  out  to  '-nortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  (hall  find 
A  GoJ  as  faithful  and  as  kind.] 

6  The  juft  and  pure  (hall  ever  fay, 
Thtw^rt  more  pure*  more  juft  thro*  they  j 


PSALM    XVIII.  3$ 

And  men  who  love  revenge  (hall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  veng'ance  too. 

PSALM     XVIII.     Third  Part. 

Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  /«  Gob  ;  cr,  J ah 'at 'ion  and  triumph* 

r    TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word3 

J    Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abodes 
Who  is  a  God,  befide  the  Lofd  ? 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  who  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield.*  * 

3  He  lives,  (yea,  blelTed  be  my  Rock) 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives  1 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives, 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

|But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame, 

>  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 

Thy  grace  forever  (hall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints  in  Chrift  their  head9 .. 

*£nows  not  a  limit,  nor  2n  end. 

P  S  A  L  M  i  XVIII.       Firft  Part, 

Common  Metre. 

I    ViSiory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies* . 

WE  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore3 
Now  Is  thine  arm  reveal'd  \ 


<o  PSALM    XVIII. 

Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'ry 
Our  bulwaik  ana  our  (hield. 

a  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  Jure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 

And  draw  faivation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader ^  fhines  in  arms. 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 
The  iight'ning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
And  angels  in  array 

In  millions  wait,  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  H°  fpeak$,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 

His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  genVals  for  the  field, 
With  all  their  dreadful  (kill, 

G'ves  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

[7  He  arms  our  Captains  to  the  fights 
Tho*  there  h's  name's  forgot  ; 

(H?  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 
But  Cyrus  knew  him  n  >t.) 

S  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  ble&j 

For  his  own  churches  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  which  give  his  people  re&, 

Shall  of  his  care  par  take,  j 


PSA  L  M    XVIII.    XIX.         41 

PS  ALM  XVIII.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

7 he  conqueror's  fong. 

TO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ifcrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail,'. 
And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 

Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudefl  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  field, 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 

While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  Ihelter  found  i 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 
They  perifh  in  their  blood  : 

Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high,. 
So  pow'rful  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  rock  of  Ifr'el  ever  lives, 
His  name  be  ever  bleit ; 

•Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicVry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

6  On  faints  who  live  as  David  did, 
He  pours  his  bletfings  down  ; 

Secures  their  priv'lege  to  their  kcd9 
And  treats  them  as  his  own. 

PSAL  M  XIX.  FirJI  Part.  Short  Metre. 

The  hoik  of  nature  and  fcripture. 

For  a  Lord  s-  day -morning 
\  I  TOEHOLD  the  lofty  fky 
I  )     Declares  its  maker  God, 


4* 


PSALM    X!X. 

And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 

While  night  to  day  and  cay  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  difPfent  land 
Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known ; 

The\  fhtw  the  wonders  of  his  hand*, 
And  orders  of  his  throne, 

4  America,  rejoice  ! 

he  heie  reveals  his  word  ; 
We  are  nor  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  *  Lord. 

5  His  fixtures  and  commands 
Are  fet  befoie  our  eyes  ; 

He  puts  hts  gofpel  in  our  hands3 
Where  oui  faivation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure. 
His  truth  without  deceit  j 

His  promifis  forever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

[7     Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  delight; 
Nor  gold  which  has  the  furnace  paft 

So  much  allures  the  fi^ht. 

8     While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praiie,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  name,] 


^  PSALM     XIX.  43 

p  S  A  L  M  XfX,  Second  Part.  Short  Metre, 

God's  word  mo fl  excetleni ;  or +fincerity  and 

watchfuinefs. 

For  a  Lord's -day  morning. 

1  TJEHOLD  the  morning  fun 
fj     Begins  his  glor'ous  way  f 

His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run3 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes 
It  fpreads  diviner  iightN; 

It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs9 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  J 
And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 

For  ever  fure  lay  promife,  Lord3 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  dire&ions  giv'n  ! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

P  a  u  s   E. 

J     I  hear  thy  word  with  Iove9 

And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 

To  guide  me,  left  I  flray. 

6     O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors^  of"  his  ways  ? 
Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumpt'ous  mind 

1  would  not  dare  tranigrefs. 


44  PSALM    XIX. 

y     Warn  me  of  ev'ry.  fin  ; 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 

Whofe  crimes  exceed  rry  thoughts. 

8     While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 
Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 

My  Sav'cur  and  my  God. 

PSALM    XIX.    Long  Metre. 

*Hn  booh  of  nature  and  fcripture compared  j  or, 
the  glory  and  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel.  * 

1  '"Tp'HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ! 

i   In  ev'ry  frar  thy  wifdorn  mines  : 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  chinking  light, 

.  And  nights,,  and  days,  thy  pow'r  confefs  5 
Eut  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars,  convey  thy  praife 
Kound  the  whole  earth,  and  neve,  itand  : 
So  when  the  truth  begun  its  race, 

It  touch'd,  it  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  la"  ' 

4  Nor  mail  thy  fpreading  gofpel  >^*c 
'Till  thro'  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
'Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft 
Which  fee  the  light*  or  ke\  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  right'oufnefs,  arife  ! 
Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light  : 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fi triple  wife  ; 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 


PCALM    XIX.  45 

6  Thv  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n  : 
.Lord,  clean  fe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  htav'n. 

PSAL  M    XIX.    To  the  tune  of  the 
113th  Pfalm.^ 

The  bsok  of  nature  and  fcripture. 

GReafrGod,  the  heav'n's  well  crder'd  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fhine  ; 
A  thoufand  fiarry  beauties  there,    ■ 
A  thoufand  rad'ant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  (kill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  d)ing  light, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  ; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftni&ions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The  fun,  like  fonie  young  bridegrccm  drefl. 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice, 

■4.  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad", 
Ke  fmiles,  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joirs  to  fhew  thy  praife  5 
^hus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  {nines  j 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines,- 

But  fairer  is  thj  book  of  grace* 
E 


45  PSALM    XX. 

P    A    U    S    E. 

5  1  lcv^  the  vc! umes  of  thfy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  ibuis  benighted  and  diflreft  ! 
T.hy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way  ; 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  firay  ; 

Thy  promife  leads  my  foul  to  re/t. 

6  From  the  difcov'nes  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight.; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  ta(re, 
Nor  gold  which  hath  the  furnace  paft 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'riings  wake  my  flumb'ring  eyes3 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blefled  gofpel,  Lord, 
Which  makes  my  guilty  confeience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumpt'ous  fins  reftrain  ; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 
PSALM     XX.     Long  Metre; 
prayer  and  hope  of  viftory. 

For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

NOW  mav  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  ljYel  prays, 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 


PSA  L  M    XXf.  47 

%  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  fhields  or  brazen  wails  -3 
He  from  his  fan&uary  fends  ' 
Succour  and  firength,  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs  $ 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts  j 
His  love  accepts  the  faaifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts* 

4  In  his  faivation  is  cur  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Jjr'efs  God, 
Our  troops  (hall  lift  their' banners  vp,. 
Our  navies  fpread  their  ls^s  abroad. 

5  Some  trud  in  horfes  train'd  for  wa~, 
And  fome  of  char'ots  make  their  boarts  y 
Our  fureil  expectations  are 

From  thee  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 

[6  O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  ! 
Our  foes  fhal|  fall  and  die  with -fhame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  fnameful  flights 

7  Now  fave  us  Lord  from  £*vi{h  fear,. 
Now  let  cur  hopes  be  firm  and  frrcr»y, 
Then  let  faivation  fbon  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

P  S  A  L  M    XXI.    Common  Metre. 

America  the  care  of  heaven. 

OUR  States,  O  Lord,  with  feiigS  of  praife.- 
Shall  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
And  bleft  with  tny;  faivation  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cftearfui  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence  thro'  nations  round 
Has  fpread  thy  glor'ous  name  : 


43  f  5  A  L  M     XXi. 

And  our  fuccefsful  aclions  crown'd 
Thy  majefty  with  fame. 

3  Then  let  our  States  on  Go  J  alone 
For  timely  aid  rely  | 

His  mercy  which  adorns  his  throne, 
Shall  all  our  wants  fuppfly. 

4  But,  right'ous.Lord,  thy  ftubborn  foes 
Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  ban-!  ; 

Thy  vengeful  arm  fhall  irod  out  thofe 
Who  hate  thy  mild  command. 

5  When  thou  again  ft  them  doft  eng 
Thy  juft,  but  dreadful,  doom 

Shall,  like  a  fi'ry  oven's  rage, 
Their  hopes,  and  them  confume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declare, 
And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  ; 

Whilft  we  glai  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM     XXL     Long  Metre. 

Chrifl  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

1  T^AVID  rejoie'd  in  G  >]  his  ftrength, 

J   Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
But  thrift  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfills  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  is  the  Me/IiahS  joy 
In  the  faTvatiop  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

.3  Thy  gqodnefs  grants  what  e'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  re^ieft  wiibold, 


,    PSALM    XXII.  4f 

BlefRngs  of  ldv#  prevent  blm  fiiilf 
And  crowns  of  glory*  not  Of  |#ld* 

4  Morfor  and  ffiajefly  dtviftd 
AfOttnd  his  Faered  templet  (hint  f- 
Bleft  With  the  favor  of  thy  faee* 
And  length  of  everla&ing  days* 

5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  biit  all  hid  ftll  £ 
.    And  as  a  ii'ry  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coals* 
So  fliall  thy  wrath  devour  their  iottis* 

PSALM    XXM.    Flrfl  Part* 

The  fnfferings  and  ietith  sf  Chrifh 

I  *t  %  T H V  has  rhv  God  my  fottl  forfbekf- 

VV     Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  f 
(Thus  David  once  in  aiiguifh  fpoke^ 
And  thus  Our  dying  Lord,) 

ft  Tho*  ?ttsthy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifmg  faints, 
Yet  thou  can^ft  Hear  a  groan  as  Well| 

And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  Fathers'  trailed  in  thy  narnes         / 
And  great  deliverance  found  ; 

But  Pm  a  Worm  defpis'd  of  men* 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  Shaking  the  head  they  pafs  rne  hf$ 
And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  j 

In  ikiin  hetrufiS  in  God^  they  fefjj 
NegkSied  and  fork  fin 

4;  But  thou  art  he  Who  rorrn'd  rny  /&£§& 
By  thine  almighty  word  'f* 


5cy  PSAL  U    XXII. 

And  fmce  I  hung  upon  the  breaft 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  (land  threatening  round) 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diitrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

Pause. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 
The  cruel  and  the  proud  ! 

As  bulls  of  Bajhany  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

2  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrews  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart  ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 

And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet,  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 

Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  poflible  it  be, 
Wiihold  this  bitter  cup  ; 

But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee. 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

11  My  heart  diflblves  with  p3ngs  unknown-, 
In  groans  I  wafte  mv  breath  : 

Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
JLow  as  the  duft  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  : 

My  dying  flefli  (hall  reft  in  hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 


P  S  A  L  M    XXII.  5* 

P  S  A  L  M     XXII.      Second  Part. 

Chrijfs  fufferings  and  kingdom. 

1  "    T\J()W  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage t 
'..':   *■*    "  O  Lord,  proieil  thy  font 

((  Nor  leave  thy  Darling  to  engage 
"  The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone T 

2  Thus  did  the  fuftVing  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears  : 

God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vicYry  of  his  deaths 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip,  or  fnall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  muft  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 

They  {hall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  ; 

And  all  who  feek  the  Lord  {hall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  fliall  know  the  right'oufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 

And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs, 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 


'N 


PSALM    XXII.    Long  Metre. 

Chrift's  fufferinzs  and  exaltation, 

OW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
The  dying  forrovYS  of  cur  Lord. 


j2  PSALM    XXI1L 

When  he  Cdmplain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God, 

%  The  Jevos  behold  him  thus  forlorn. 
And  fhake  the  head,  and  laugh  in  fcorfl  | 
*c  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
ss  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave* 

g  tt  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
l{  God  Was  his  Father  and  his  Friend  j 
«'  If  God  the  bleued  lov'd  him  fo, 
cl  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  r" 

4  Barbarous  people  !  cruel  pfiefls  t 

How  they  ftand  round  like  favage  beaib> 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour. 

When  God  has  left  him  In  their  pow'r* 

J  They  Wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet* 
?Till  ftreams  of  blrod  each  other  meet  j 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd* 

6  But  God  his  Father  heafd  his  cry  $ 
Raised  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  $ 
The  nations  learn  his  right'ouinefs, 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace* 

PSALM    XXIII.    Long  Metre* 

God  our  Shepherd* 

i  %  Jt¥  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  \ 

X  Y  JL  Now  (hall  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide* 

2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grow?, 
H«  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft  j 


PSALM    XXIII,  53 

There  living  water  gently  8ows, 

'  And  all  the  food  divinely  bk&. 

. 

3  My  wandering  feet  his  ways  rniflake  |- 
But  he  reft-ores  my  foul  to  peace. 

And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  path  of  rightoufnefs. 

4  Thor  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale? 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  mail  never  fail, 
For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there, 

5  Amidit.  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  fray  j 
Thy  ftafF  fupports  my  feeble  fteps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  fons  of  earth,  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  gccdnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 

With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine* 

[y  Plow  I  rejoice  when  on  my  head     \ 
Thy  fpirit  condescends  to  reft  ! 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feafr. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  hou-hold  all  their -days; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word. 
To  feek  his  face,  and  ling  his  praife.j 

P  S  A  L  M     XXIII.     Common  Metre, 

Y  Shepherd  will  Ripply  my  need* 
Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  paftures  freOi  he  makes  me  feed,, 
Beilde  the  living  ftrea«n     - 


54  PSALM    X  XIII. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back", 
When  I  for  fake  his  ways, 

And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  Take, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  thro'  the  (hades  of  deatly 
Thy  prefence  is  my  (lay ;, 

A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fpite  of  all  my  foes,. 
Doth  Hill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleilings  overflows, 
Thiae  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provisions  of  my  God, 
Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 

O  may  thy  houfe  bejnine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  red, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 

ISo  more  a  (franker  or  a  gueft, 
i>ut  iike  a  child  at  home, 

PSALM     XXIII.     Short  Metre. 

1  '"T^HE  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

JL     1  (ball  be  well  fupply'd  : 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  1  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heav'nly  pailure  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pafs^, 
And  full  ialvation  fljws. 

3  It  e'er  I  go  aftrav, 

He  doch  my  fodl  reclaim, 


F  S  A  L  M    XXIV.  55 

And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
r      i    For  his  mod  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Tho'  l  fhould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fiiad^ 
-  My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  fpite  of  all  my  foes 
Thou  dorr,  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows^ 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  foil' wing  days  \ 

Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpcak  thy  praife. 

PSAL  M     XXIV.      Common  Metre. 

DiuelUng  with  God. 

1  flT^HE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 

J[      With  Adam's  num'rous  race  j 
Jle  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 

He  who  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  stan  may  rife  and  take 
The  bleffings  of  his  grace  : 

This  is  the  lot  of  thof®  who  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  your  foul's  immortal  pow'rs3 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare^ 


5 5  P  S   A  L  M    XXIV. 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 
The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;   but:  to  dwell 

With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     XXIV.      Long  Metre. 
Saixts  dwell  in  heaven ;  or,  Chrift's  afcenfion* 

1  HF^HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

jL  And  men  and  worms,  and  beafts  and 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas,  (birds  ; 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling- place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  phce  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fl;y  : 
Who  (hall  afcend  that  blefi  abode, 
And  dwell  fa  near  his' Maker  God  ? 

3  Ke  who  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart   is  pure^  ands  are  clean, 

Him  mail  the  Lord  the  Sav'our  b\efs9 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  right'oufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
Who  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  fhal!  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold,  the  King  of  glory's  nigh  ! 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Sav'our's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Sav'our  way  ; 


PSAL  M    XXV.  S7. 

faden  witfc  fpoils  of  earth  and  hell, 
The  conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell* 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  goes  before  5 
He  opens  heav'es  eternal  door, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bled  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM    XXV.    Firji  Part, 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direftion* 

1  T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
JL     My  truFc  is  in  his  name ; 

Let  not  my  foes  who  feck  my  btesdj, 
Still  triumph  in  my  ihame. 

2  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair ; 

Lord  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  the  firft  dawning  light* 
'Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rife, 

For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  foliies  of  my  youth, 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind. 
The  nfeek  fhall  learn  his  ways, 

And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his, grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake, 
He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame, 

He  -pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name, 
F 


5§  P  S  A  L  M    XXV. 

PSALM     XXV.     Second  Part,  ^ 

Divine  Infifuftttm. 

1  \J  THERE  ihall  the  man  be  found 

¥  V     Who  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
Who  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  mail  make- him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  mow, 
And  all  hisJove  impart. 

3  .The  dealings  of  his  hand 
Are  truth  and  mercy  ftfll, 

With  fuch  as  to  his  cov'nant  Hand, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  fouls  {hall  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  their  Maker's  face  : 

Their  feed  mail  talk  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM     XXV.     Third  Part. 

Diflrefs  of  foul ;  or,  backjliding  and  dejertion* 
i   ""&  ^TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
1VA  Are  ever  ^  the  Lord  j 

1  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near,       * 

When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  fcQt 
Oat  of  the  deadly  fnare  * 

3  When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rcus  ways 
My  wanu'ring  feet  have  trod  .' 


PSALM    XXVI.  59 

a     The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 
My  fpirit  languishes,  my  heart  m 

%,  Is  defolate  and  low. 

5     With  ev'ry  morning  light  ' 

My  forrow  new  begins  a. 
Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  £3|flj 
*  And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

P   A    U    S    Ei 

6.   Behold  the  hofts  ofkll, 

Kow  cruel  is  their  bate-! 
Againft  my  life  they  rife,  znd  jefel 

Their  fury  with  deceit, 

7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death. 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame  j 

For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  trail 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 

Of  Ifr'elit  mall  ne'er  be  {aid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM    XXVI. 

Self  examination  ;  .or,  evidences  of  grace. 

1  ¥  UDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  waySj 
J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  j 

My  faith  upon  thy  promife  (lays, 
Nor  from  thy  lav/  my  feet  depart, 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 
The  fcoiFer  and  the  hvpocrite, 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyea» 


60  PSALM  .XXVII. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear. 
With  hands  well  wanYd  in  innocence  : 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  ba*, 
The  blood,  of  Chriit.  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwell  y 
There  /hall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my   days  on  earth  have  paft 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXVII.     Firji  Part, 
The  church  is  our  delight  and  fafety. 

I   *"|"NHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light,. 

I,       And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ftrenr^th ;  nor  will  I  fear 
Wfeat  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2 "One  privilege  my  heart  defires  ; 

O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  rhe  churches  of  thy  faints, 

The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  fhall  I  offer  my  requefls, 
And  fee  thy  beauty  flill ; 

Shall  hear  thy  meflages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear3 
There  may  his  children  hide  : 

God  has  a  ilrong  pavil'on,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 


PSALM    XXVII,    XXIX.      61 

5  Now  (hall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Abjve  my  foes  around  ; 
And  fongs  of  j  oy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  found. 

P  b  A  L  M    XXVII.    Second  Pari* 
Prayer  and  hope. 

1  QOON'  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 
t3     %£  children,  feek  my  grace9 

My  heart  reply'd,  without  delay, 
Pll  feek  my  Father's  face, 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away  : 

God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee, 
In  a  diitrefiing;  da  v. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  desst 
Leave  me  to  want  of  die, 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care 
And  ail  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  hinting  ilem  had  dy'd  with  grief. 
Had  not  my  foul  believed 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

$  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 

And  k^ep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 

And  far  exceed  your  hope. 


PSALM     XXI 
Storm  and  thunder. 


I  f^%  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
\J  Give  to  the  Lord  reaown  and  powVj 
$-3 


62  P  S  A  L  M    XXX. 

Afcribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Loid  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 

His  voice  divides  fhe  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightmings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind3 
Liy  the. wide  foreft  bare  around  : 

The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice* 
And  lo,  the  ftately  cedars  break  ! 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  neife, 
The  vallies  roar,  the  defarts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  Kjng  : 
But  makes  his  church  his  beft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
The  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amidfi-  the  raging  fto  m,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM     XKX.     Firft  Pari. 

Sicknefs  healed,  and  forrw  removed. 
&  Y  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high,. 

I    At  thy  command  difeafes  Hy  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave. 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sine  to  the  Lord,  ve  famts  of  his, 
And  tell  !wvv  large  his  goo'nefs  is  ; 
Let  all  you-  po«/rs  rejoice  and  blefc, 
While  you  record  his  holinefc. 


PSA  L  M    XX^,  6j 

i  3  His  anger  but  a,  moment  flays ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ,. 
The  mOrning-ftar  reftores  the  joy. 

PSALM     XXX.       Second  Part. 

Health,  Jicknefs,  and  recovery. 

1  "JfpIRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright 
JJ    And  I  prefum'd,  'twould  ne'er  be  night; 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

' '  Pieajure  ayd  peace  Jhall  ne'er  depart," 

2.  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong^ 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  fo  long; 
Soon  as  thy  race  began  to  hide, 
My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  dy?d, 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee^  my  God  ! 

v  Whar  can?ft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

46  Deep  in  the  duft  can  1  declare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace  !  T  faid,. 
46  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :** 
Til j  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  X  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  rem'ov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifts  now; 

1 1  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  iVfy  tongue,  the  glory  of  mv  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  thro'  earth  and  heaving 
I-or  ficknefs  heal'd  and  fins  forgiv'n. 


64  FSAL  M    XXXf. 

PS   A   L  M     XXXI.     Firfi  Pari, 

Deliverance  from  death. 

1  TNTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
J[    My  fpirit  I  commit ; 

Th6U  haft  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  pailions  of  my  hope  and  fear 
Maintam'd  a  double  ft.  lfe, 

While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  My  times  are  in  thine  hand,  I  cry'd, 
Tho   I  draw  near   the  du;t : 

Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  fervant  mine, 

And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

[5  'Twas  in  my  hade  my  fpirit  faid, 

/  muft  defpair  and  die, 
J  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  ; 

But  thou  haft  head  my  cry.] 

6  Thy  goodnefs,  how  divinely  free  ! 
How  wond'rous  is  thv  grace, 

To  thole  who  fear  thy  Majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promifes  ! 

7  O  Jove  the  Lord,  dl  ye  his  faints, 
And  Zing  his  praifes  loud  ; 

He'll  lend  his  ear  to  your  complaints3 
And  recompence  the  proud. 


PSALM    XXXI.  % 

PSALM    -XXXI.     Second  Peru 
Deliverance  from  (lander  and  reproach. 

1  T&  &Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
JYJL  My  God,  my  Help,  my  Truft  ; 

Thou  haft  preferv'd  my  face  from  fhame^ 
Mine  honor  from  the  duft. 

2  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,  I  cry'd, 
"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 

a  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dryM^ 
"  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  name 
Was  a  mere  proverb  grewn, 

While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round  :. 

I  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'd3 
And  fpsedy  refcue  found. 

P  a  u  s  e.. 

5  How  great  deliverance  thou  haft  wrought 
B  fore  the  fons  of  men  ! 

The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought* 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  1 

6  Thy  children,  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues.,, 
Shall  thy  paviPon  hide, 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  cruih-  the  fons  of  pride. 

*j  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord3 

Let  me  forever  dwell  5 
No  fenced  city  wall'd  and  bari'd 

Secures  a  laint  fo  well. 


66  PSALM    XXXIL 

PSALM    XXXIL    Short  Merte, 
Forgtvenefs.of  Jin  upon  confejffiGn. 

1  g~\  Blessed  fouls  are  they 
%^Jp     Whole  fins  are  cover 'd  o'er  ! 

Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  pail, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fmcere. 

3  While  I  conceai'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 

'Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  j£2.dy  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  5 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM    XXXIL     Conynon  Metre.. 

lr*e  pardon  and  fincere  obedience  -,  or,  confeJi3& 
and  forgiiencfs. 

HAPPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wafh'd  in  the  Redeemed*  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  1 

2  Happy,  beyond  expreffion,  he 
Whole  debts  are  thus  difcha-g'd  ! 

And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies* 
His  words  are  all  fmcere  ; 


P  ^3  A  L  M     XXXII.  6? 

lie  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes 
To  keep  his  confcience  clear. 

a  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fupprefl 

No  quiet  could  I  find  $ 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  bread, 

And  raek'd  my  torturd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts* 
My  fecret  Tins  reveaFd  ; 

Thf  pardoning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  love  my  pardon  feai'd. 

6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 
While,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Temptations  rife,  our  ftrefigth  and  ilay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

P  S  A  L  IvI  XXXIL  Firfl  Part. 

Repentance  and  free  pardon  5  or,  JiiftificatleH- 
and  JanElijicaiion. 

1  TJ^EST  is  the  man,  forever  bleft, 
J3  Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 

Whole  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Sav'our's  blood. 

2  Bleft  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord  , 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities, 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  j 
His  humble  joy,  his  ho-y  fear, 

'"With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  joia  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere: 

4  How  glor'ous  is  that  right'oufnefs 
Which  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ! 


£8     PSALM     XXX1L     XXXlli. 

While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Thro*  his  wnole  life  appears  and  fhines. 

PSALM     XXXII.     Second  Part. 
A  guilty  conscience  eafed  by  confejjion  and  pardon. 

WHILE  I  keep  filence  and  conceal 
My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel  ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart  ! 

%  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gOfpel  lpeaks  apard'ning  word. 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  fhall  ev'ry  humble  foul, 
'  Make  fwift  addreffrs  to  thv  feat  ; 

When  floods  of  hu^e  temptations  roll, 
There  fhall  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  1  lie, 
When  days  grow  dark  and  ftorms  appear  \ 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM     XXXIII.     Firji  Part. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence, 

1  T?  EJ°*CE»  ve  right'Otis,  in  the  Lord, 

|\_     This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sins:  of  his  name,  hisxways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  jttft  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  right'oufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim ; 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 


p  s  a  l  M  xxxm.  69 

,3  His  wifdom  and  almighty  word, 
The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  ftihing  hofts  were  made. 

4  He  bad  the  liquid  waters  How 
To  their  appointe:!  deep  ; 

The  flowing  fcas  the;r  limits  know, 
Afid  their  own  ftaiiori  keep, 

5  Ye  tenants  of /he  fpacious  earth, 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  : 

He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
Andrefls  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 

His  counfel  flands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  Pnines. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXIII.     Second  Part. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fujpcicnt* 

1  ITJLEST  is  the  nation  where  the  Zord 
JD  Hath  fix'd  his  glorious  throne  ; 

Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey 
Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 

He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  the  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ffrspngtli  of  beafts  or  men. 
To  hope  for  Mety  thence.? 

G 


7o         psal  m  ssixn& 

But  holy  fouls  froTi  God  obtaiti 
A  ftrong  and  lure  defence; 

5  God  is  their  fear,  aruj  God  their  truft, 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpe?i"  ; 

His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  julr, 
Among  ten  thcufarKi- dead. 

6  Lord,  let  cur  hearts  in  thee  reioice, 
And  bleis  us  from  tny  throne  ; 

For  we  have  ma'de  thy  word  ou;  choice. 
And  trufl  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM     XXXIII.     As  the  113th 
Pfalm.      Firji  -Pari. 

Works  of  creatisn-and  pr evidence. 

"\7"E  Ho\j  fouls,  in  God  reioice, 
J[     Your  Maker's  praifejsscomes  year  voice, 

Great  is  your  thenie,  -yocr  fongs  be  new 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  hatu're  and  of  grace, 

How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  JufHc'6  and  truth  he  ever  love?, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  good  nets  proves, 

His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpresd  ; 
How  wide  they  fhice  from  north  to  fouth  ! 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 

Were  all  the  ilarry  armies  made. 

?  He  gathers  the  wide  Mowing  feas, 
Thofo  wat'rV'  tre afures  know  their  p'ace 

In  the  va(T  (rorc-hcufe  of  the  deep  : 
Fe  fpake,  and  gave  ?U  nature  birth, 
And  foes,  and  feas,  ?nd  heuv'n  r.nd  eaith, 

His  everlafting  oiders  keep. 


n;ft 


;.'   PS  A  h  M    XXXIII.  71 

4  Let.mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  reHitlcfs  pow'r, 

Nafdare  indulge  their,  feeble  rage,  : 
VaiflySffie^our  tho'ts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counfei  francs. 

And  rules. the  world  iron:  age  to  age* 

PS  A  L  M     XXXIII.     Second  Part, 

Creatures,  v.ahi^  a:td?Go:l  all  fuffimnU 

1  £~*\  Happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 

■    \^/;Reveals  the  rleSfure  of  hi*'  word. 
And  builds  his  druich.h's  earthly  throne  ! 

His  eye. the  heathen. world   furveys, 
He  form'd"  their  hearts^  he  knows  their  wa^s-, 
Bu^jCxod  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

2  Let>k4ngs-rrely  upon  their  hod, 

And  of^is'ilfength  the  champion  boa  ft ; 

In  va:a  they  be-aft,  in  vain  reiv  ; 
In  va.g&jvfc.truft  the.  brutal  force, 
Or  (peed  or  courage  of  an  horie. 

To  &iiarel  his  rider  or  tc  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  companion-  Lord, 
Doih:more  ikure  defence  affoid 

When  death,  or  dangers  threatening  fhnd  : 
Thy  watchful  eye  preierves  the  jufr, 
Who  make,  thy  name  their  fear  and  trufr 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou. our  Phyilcian,  .thou  our  fhield, 
.    Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne  : 

We  waif  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fnirie  -3 
Let  us.  rejoice  in  help,  divine, 
i    .For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

'G   2 


72      .       PSALM    XXXIV. 
P  S  A  L  M  XXXIV-  Firjl  Part. 
God's  care  of  the  faints  \  ori  deliverance  by  prayer. 

ll    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

I  /Thy  praife  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue : 
My  foul  fhall  glory- in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  ue  fortg, 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hops  to  £hame« 

"3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 
My  fecret  groaning  reach 'd  his  cars ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
Their  faces  feel  the  heav'nly  mine; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fties 
Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  who  ferve  the  Lord  : 
O  fear  and  love  him,  all  ye  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word  ! 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
Arfd  hunger,  roar  through  ajl  ihe  wood  :. 
But  none  mall  feek  the .  Lord  in  vain, 

Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 

PSAL  M     XXXIV.    Second  fl». 

Relh'oks  education  j  or,  inflrudiom  of  piety, 

CHILDREN  in  years  and  knowledge  young., 
¥o&t  parent*'  kopz,  your  parents'  joy, 


Io  All!    XXXIV,  f$ 

.Attend  the  counfsls  of  my  tongue, 
I  Let  pious  thoughts  your  minus  employ, 

2  If  you  deiire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate^-- 
Keftrain  your  feet  from  imp'ous  ways5 
Your  lips  from  fLnder  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints^ 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  \ 

He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  (bns  of  violence  and  lies, 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts',,- 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  coun-ts  their  groan% 
His  (on  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  $ 

His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 
They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breath. 

PSALM  XXXIV.  Firji  Fart.  Com.  Mef. 

Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance, 
I    T'LL  biers  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  $■- 

JL     How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  who  ufe  to  pray. 

Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife, 

I  2  S-ing  to  the  honor  of  his  narne^ 

How  a  poor  finner  cry'd  ! 
i  Nor  was  his  hope  e-xpos'd  to  fli2ftU?$:* 

Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threat'ning  farrows  round  28€  &04$ 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe* 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  Hood, 

Redoubling  fcll  tny  woes  j 
G  i 


74  PSALM    XXXIV. 

4  T  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftref* 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  gave  my  (harped  torments  cafcj 

And  fiknc'd  ail  my  fears. 

Pause. 

[5  O  Tinners,  come  and  tafte  his  love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  exper'ence  prove 

The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 

What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents, 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell. J 

[7  O  love  the  Lord  ye  faints  of  his  ! 

His  eye  regards  the  jufl  ; 
How  richly  bleft  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  trufl  I 

8  Young  lions  pinch'd  with  hunger  roar, 

And  famifh'in  the  wood  j 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor, 

With  ev'ry  needful  good] 

PSALM     XXXIV.     Second  Part. 
Exhortation  to  peace  and  holinefs, 

I/^OME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lor4, 

%^j     And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief.  practice  love, 

Purfue  the  works  of  peace  : 
So  (hall  the  Lord  vour  ways  approve. 

And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 


P  S  A  L  M    XXXV,  75 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  fuard  the  j-uftf 
His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 

When  broken  fpirits  dvvell  in  duit, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafle 
Are  fharp  and  ted'ous  too  ? 

The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  laft. 
Is  their  Supporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
But  God  fecures  his  own  ; 

Prevents  the  mitchief  when  they  flided 
Ur  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  Sefolation,  like  a  flood,     & 
O'er  the  proud  ftnner  rolls. 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeems  their  fouls. 

PSALM     XXXV.     Firfi  Part. 
Prayer  and  faith  of  perfected  faints  ;    ora 
Imprecations  mixt  with  charity. 

1  V[OW  plead  my  caufe,  almighty  God, 
IN     With  all  the  fons  of  ftrifc  j-  7  ' 

And  fight  againft  the  men  of  blood, 
.     Who  fight  againft  my  fife. 

2  Draw  out  thy  fpear  and  flop  their  way., 
Lift  thine  avenging  rod  ; 

But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
/  am  thy  Sav'our  God. 

3  Thev  plant  their  fnares  to  catch  my  feet, 
•  And  nets  of  mifchief  fpread  j 

v!?*  the  deftr°yers  ;n  fhe  pit 
*    Which  their  own  hands  have  made. 


76  PSALM    XXXVl 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  their  way, 
And  flipp'ry  dc  their  ground  ; 

Thy  wrath  mail  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And  all  their  rage  confound, 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind^ 
Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind, 
hurfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  which  leads  to  hell  ; 
Then  let  the  rebels  d;e, 

Whofe  malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  moil  high. 

7  But,  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 
Amongft  that  imp'ous  race, 

Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew 
By  thy  furprifing  grace. 

8  Then  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  voice 
To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 

In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 

v    P  S  A  L  M     XXXV.     Second  Part. 

Love  to  enemies  ;  or,  the  love  of  Cbrift  to  fin* 
ners  typified  in  Davd, 

1  TOEHOLD  the  love,  the  genVous  love, 
JT}  Which  holy  David  fhows  ! 

Hark,  how  his  founding  bowels  move 
To  his  afRided  foes  1 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complain 
And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart  ; 

The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reign*, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 


P  S  A  L  M    XXX  VI.  77 

,3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

As  for  a  brother  dead  V 
And  fafting  mortify 'd  his  foul, 

While  for  their  life  he  pray'd." 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 
Yet  ftiil  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 

And  double  bleilings  on  his  head 
The  right'ous  Lord  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heavily  grace  1 
Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  ; 

While  finners  curfe,  the  Sav'our  prays^ 
And  pities  :'t  Herri  with  tears  ! 

6  He,  the  true  David,  T/r'^VKing, 
Bleft  and  belov'd  of  God, 

To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood.    s 

PSALM    XXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

The  perfections  and  providence  of  God  ;   ors 
general  providence  and  fpecial  grace* 

IGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodnefs   in  full  glory  fhines  : 
Thy  truth  (hah  break  thro*  ev'ry  cloud 
Which  veils  and  darkens  thy  'defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  th-y  juftiee  (tends, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  5 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands. 
Thy  judgments  area  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  mare  | 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  pecul'ar  caie. 


■  J8  V  3  A  L  M     XXXVI. 

4  M}j  God  i  how  excel  lent  thy  grace,  - 
Whence  all  cur  hope  and  con  or.  fprin-gs 
The  Tons  of  }$dam  in  di$w 

Fly  to  the  (hadow  of  ihy  wings. 

5  From,  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  fhaU  oe  fed  with  fweet  repaii  5 
There  mercj  like  a  river  flows,  :' 
And  brings  falvatiun  to  our  taite. 

6  Life,  like  .a- fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prince  of  the  Lord  f 
And  in  .thy  liglit^our  fouls  i'hiil  fee 
Thegrories.proai;  vvorJ. 

PSA  L.M    XXXVI.  Common  Metre. 

Practical  Aw  elf m  expo/si  ;  o.%    £$*  being  an 
attributes  of  Gad<aJ/erted< 
FT  Li.  mcn  grow  },0]^  ;n  \^ic£e^  way 
'And  yet' a  Gcd  they  own, 
iWyjieart  within  me  offffc  i'zys, 
%  heir  thoughts  believe  there j  none. 

2  £^ir  thouohts  and  wavs  at  once  declare, 
(  Vr.ate'er  their  lips  profefs) 

^od  nath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
IW  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  ^rhat  ftrange  felf. flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes 
Bur  there's  a  haft'nina  hour, 

Wheii  they  mail  fee  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  TJw  juftice  /hall  maintain  its  throne, 
Tho*  mountains  melt  away  : 

Thy  judgments  are  a. world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  iea. 


?3'ALM     XXXVI.  79 

Above  thefe  heay'ns5  eVelrfed<¥Sfi8dsa 

fThy  mercies,  Lord-,  extend  :     • 

by  truth  out- lives  the- narrovv  bounds 

Where  time  and  f&ttfre  end. 

Safety  to  bian  thy  goodnefs  c:;r^s3 
Nor  overlooks -thV  heaft  ; 
meath  the  ihsdow  of'thv  wings      — 
Thy  children  chuiVto  reft. 

From  thee,  when  creature-ftreanis  run  l6w$ 

And  mortal  com -ibrts  die, 

tpet'al  /prings  of  life  MI  flew,     " 

And  raife  our  plcafures  hlglfi 

Tho'  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  dok  up  our  eyes, 

ly  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 

Wnere  clouds  can  never  riiY.] 

PSALM     XXXVI.     Short  Metre. 

t  ivLkednefs  cf  ?nany  and  the-j7ia]efly  of  Gsd*, 
or,  FraWcal  Aiheifm  expojed, 

1    \X7^~^"  man  gt°.?^  hold  in  .fin5 

VV     My  heart  within  me  cries, 
*&  hath  no  faith  of  God  witBif^ 
■  Nor  fear  before  his  eye:. 

i     [He  walks  a  while  eoffce^j'd 
In  a  felf-flatt'dag  dreairi5 

Til!  his  da*k  crime?,  at  once  reveaPJ 

Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 
£     Fits  iTesn  ;3  ■(%!/•„  , a  c„j 

His  words  an?  finooih  2nd  fair  - 
■Vifilbm  is  banifii'd  -from  hrs  foul* 

And  leaves  no  goodne^  «--k*r* 


8o  PSALM    XXXVII. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 
New  mifchiefs  to  fuini, 

He  fets  hist  heart,  and  hand,  and  head,     \) 
To  pra&Le  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renounce  Vs  fear  : 

His  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcerds  thefky, 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  ; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 
Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  1 

O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  UKderneath  his  wings. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXVII.     Flrjl  Part. 

The  care  of  envy,  fretfuhcfs,  and  unbelief ';  or, 
the  rewards  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked  ; 
or,  the  world's  hatred  and  the  faint' s  patience. 

I  XT^HY  fhould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  fmners  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ! 

2  As  flow'ry  ^raft  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  evening  fzdrs. 
So  fhall  their  gdcries  vaniih  foon* 

In  everlauin^  ma^cs. 
3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lor  I  my  truft, 
And  practice  all  that's  good  : 


PSALM    XXXVlI,  Si 

r  So  mall  I  dwell  among:  the  jufl-, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food, 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 
And  chearful  wait  his  will  • 

Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  ffialt  thou  difplay, 
And  make  thy  judgments  known* 

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7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

I^or  let  your  anger  rife, 
Tho'  providence  fhould  Song  delay 

To  puniih  haughty  vice. 

2  Let  ilnners  join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  ra^e,  and  foam  ; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 

Their  day  of  veng'ance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threatening  fword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow. 
To  flay  the  men  who  fear  the  Lord, 

And  bring  the  Hght'ous  low.. 

io  My  God  (half  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  perfecufing  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fwords  a?ainf>  them  turn, 

And  pain  furpnfe  their  hearts. 

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8i  PSALM    XXXVII. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXVII.     Stand  Part. 

Charity  to  the  poor  ;  or,   Religion  in  words  and, 
deeds. 

1  X  I  7HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 

W     And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft 
Excel! s  the  Tinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay'  : 

The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  t'itns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  liberal  heart  he  givec 
Amongil  the  (ens  of  need  ; 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  bleiled  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 
To  flander  or  defraud  ; 

His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word, 
His  feet  fhill  never  Aide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  right'ous  Hand, 
Prcferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnsre  ; 

They  {hall  poflefs  the  promis'd  land. 
And  dwell  forever  there. 

PSALM     XXXVII.     Third  Pari. 
The  y)ay  and  end  of  the  righttous  and  the  wicked. 
2  Yi\   £*  Y  God,  the  flops  of  pious  men 


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Arc  order'd  by  thy  will  3 


PSALM    XXXVIII. .         8  a* 

Tho*  they  mould  fall,,  they  rife  again* 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  frill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their 'ways* 

Their  virtue  he  approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace^ 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves, 

2  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  : 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  mikes  them  heirs 

Of  bleflings  !o»k  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord  ye  fens  of  afehj 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  nown  ; 

Ye  fliall  confe'fs  their  pride  was  vain. 
When  juftice  carls  them  down. 

Pause. 

5  The  haughty  fmner  have  I  feen, 
Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 

Like  a  tali  bay- tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 
Deitroy  d  by  hands  unfeen  ! 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  right'ou fnefs. 
His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  -, 

True  pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  ways. 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM    XXXVIIL 

Guilt  of ' -confeunce  and  relief ;   or,  Bspenicna 

and  prayer  for  pardon  and  health* 
I      A    MIDST  thy  wrath,  remember  love. 
jf"3^  Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord* 


S4  PSALM    XXXVIII. 

Nor  let  a  father's  chaiVning  provz 
Like  airavenger's  fwcrd. 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 
My  flefh  is  forely  prefl  : 

Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmarr, 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 

Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea. 
My  head  ftill  bending  dow 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  anTweak  and  broken  fore, 
None  of  my  powers  are  whole  : 

The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  roar3 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known, 
Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 

And  ev'ry  iio-b,  and  ev'ry  groan 
h  notie'd  by  thirte  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God',  my  :  ; 
My  God  will  foea'r  my  c'l 

i'.Iy  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  fatan  bids  me  die. 

[8   My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  flide, 

My  foes  rejoice  to  fee'>  ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride, 

V/hen.  they  fupplant  my  feet, 

£  Til  confefs  my  guill 

t\nd  ^rievs  fwr  all  my  h\i  : 


PSAL  M    XXXIX.  &j 

I'll  mourn,  how  weak  my  graces  be, 
And  beg  tupport  divine. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  fellies  paft, 

And  be  forever  nigh  ;  ' 

0  Lord  of  my  falvauon,  hafre, 
Before  thy  iervant  die.] 

PSALM     XXXIX,      FlrftParL 

JFaichfidnefs  over    the  tongue  \    or,    Pruden&t 
and  %eal% 

1  ripHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

X     ii  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  flip  one  fulfill  word, 
46  Or  do  my  neighbor  wrong." 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  conitrain'd  to  ftay 
With  men  or  lives  profane, 

I'll  let  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I  11  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  feofFers  fhould  th'  occasion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yer,  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 
111  not  be  over-aw'd, 

But  let  the  fcofnng  ilnners  hear 
That  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSAL  M    XXXIX,    Second  Pari. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

I    JTpEACr!  me  the  meafure  of  my  &%p$ 

%      Thou  maker  of  my  frame  \ 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

h  3 


£5  ?  S  a  L  M    XXXIV, 

1  A  fpan  i$  all  which  we  can  boaf>, 

An  inch  or  two  of  tirae  s 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft, 

In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 
%  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  lhadows  o'er  the  phin, 
They  rage  and  ftrivc,  dehre  and  love, 

But  all  their  noife  is  vain, 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  {how, 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  could  I  whn  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dull:  ? 

They  make  our  expedations  vain,    ' 
And  ^ifappoint  our  tiu  ft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  defires  recall  : 

I  give  my  mortal  int'refl  upy 
And  make  my  God  my  All. 

PSALM    XXXIX.    TiArdPart. 
Si&kddmim  ;  or,  Pleading  without  repining. 

VJ   Behold  the  pains  I  feel  ;    '  ' 

But  [  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dilpute  thy  will. 

a  D-feafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command, 

1 11  not -utempt  a  murmVin.  word 
Agtaift  thy  chaft^nini  hand 


PSALM    XL.  8; 

2  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries., 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 
My  ftrengtfe  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 

Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  the  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dull  ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withfland. 

And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

[5  This  mortal  life  decays  apace. 
How  ioon  the  bubble's  broke  !  " 

Adam,  and  all  his  num'rous  race^ 
Are  vanity  and  fmoke.J 

6  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  5 

May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  fummons  hear  F 

7  But,  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 
Before  my  laft  remove, 

Thy  praife  fnall  be  my  bus'nefs  ft  ill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  lqve. 

PSALM    XL.    Fir/I  Part.    Com.  Metre, 
A  fong  of  deliverance  from  great  dlftrefs. 

1  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
i      He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 

He  Taw  me  refting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  T  l£y, 

And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  htt 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  day.- 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand3 
And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 


U  P  S  A  L  M    XL. 

To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand 
In  a  ne:.v  thankful  ion*. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 
Trie  iamts  with  joy  in  ill  hear 

And  tinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  ars  thy  thoughts  of  love  I 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  I 

We  ha "e  not  words,  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  amiiied,  poor,  and  low, 
And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM    XL.    Second  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Chriil. 

T'd-os  fa  th  the  Lord.  "Your  work  is  vain, 
"  Give  your  burnt-off'rmgs  o'er, 
<;  In  dying;  goats,  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Sav'our,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 
"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 

w  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare 
«  Thy  fervant  fhall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  : 

"  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight, 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee,  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes  ! 
Th*  eternal  Son  appears  ! 

And,  at  th'  appointed  time,  afTumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 


PSALM    XL;  89 

5  Much  he  reveai'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  right'cuihefs, 
Where  great  aScmblies  (food. 

6  His  Father's  honor  touch'd  his  hearty 
He  pity'd  tinners'  cries, 

And,  to  fulfil  a  Sav'our's -part, 
Was  made  a  facrince. 

Pause. 

7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhc9, 
Could  waih  the  conference  clean  $ 

Eut  the  rich  facrince  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread^ 
And  fatan's  kingdom  fhook  ; 

Thus,  by  the  woman's  promised  fed. 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM     XL.     Long  Metre* 

Chrill  our  facrifice, 

HE  wonders  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
Exceed  our  praife,  furmsunt  our  thought  5 
Should  I  attempt  the  Ions  detail. 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  biood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpilt 

Can  cieanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt  1 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fuiiicient  facrince. 

3  Lo  S  thine  eternal  bon  appears, 
To  thy  demands  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
AiTurnes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 

And  well   performs  the  work  fo  hard* 


9o 


PSALM    XLL 


4  "  Behold  I  come,  (the  Sav'our  cries* 
"  With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

*c  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
*c  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
<c  I  muft  fulfil  the  Sav'our's  part, 

*c  And  lo  !   thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
"  And  rebels  to  obed'ence  draw 

<c  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
"  Ui  on  my  throne  above  the  fky. 

7  "   The  Spirit  fhail  defcend  and  fliovv 
<*  What  thou  hail  done  and  V.  hat  1  do  ; 

<c  The  worid'ring  world  (hall  learn  thy  graca, 
*'  Thy  wifdom  and  thy  ri^ht'oufnefs." 

PSALM    XLL 

Charity  to  the  poor  ;  or,  Pity  to  the  ajflifttd. 

1  TJ^EST  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  move, 
§1  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor ; 

Whole  ioul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow -iaints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral   grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

3  His  foul  fhali  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleffings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  p- ftilence  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 


PSALM    XLIL  91 

4  Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n  5 
jlViil  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

PSAL  M     XLIL    Firft  Part. 

JDcfirt'vm  and  hope  ;  or,  Complaint  of  ahjence 
from  public  ivorjhip. 

1  H|XTITH  earned  longings  of  the  mind? 

W       My  God,  to  thee  I  look  j 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  f 

So  lon£  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
Aly  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

The  foe  infults  without  controuJ, 
And  where' 's  your  God  at  loft  ? 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 
I  think  on  ane'ent  days  ; 

Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far 
Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair, 
And  fin  againft  my  God  \ 

6  Hope  in  ihe  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 
Can  all  my  wees  remove  ; 

For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  (land, 
And  fir*g  reftoring  love. 


9z       PSALM    XLII.    XLIV. 

PSALM     XLII.     Second  Part, 

Melancholy  thoughts  reproved  $  or,  Hope  in 
Affliclion. 

1  "%  M"Y  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
XVJL  ^lit  I  will  call  th3^  name  to  mind* 

And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 
.    When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  IY  (bles,  with  -turault'ous  noife 

fs  a,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
s  crown  all  my  joys, 
And  o'er  "my  Head* 

rord  command  his  love 
n.I  throne  by  day  : 

■race  remove  ; 
The  nig1  hear  me  fing  and  pray, 

I'll  caftjri]  felf  before  his  feet, 
And  fay,  '*  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
<•'-  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 
:|  The  foul  which  groans  beneath  thy  flroke  V* 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  which  finks  fo  low, 
Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  .? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  j 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  mall  guide  me  fKl], 
Thy  word  (hall  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead-me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill, 

My  God,  my  mod  exceeding  joy.  . 

PSA  LM     XLIV. 

The  Church's  complaint  in  persecution. 

LORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  $ 


P'SAL  M    XLIV.  93 

When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  How -thou  did  ft'  build  thy  churches  here, 
And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 

Amot^d  them  did  thine  arm  appear  $ 
Thy  light  and  glory  (hone, 

3  In  God  they  boafced  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  chearful  throng 

Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  4harne5 
Confuficn  fills  our  face, 

To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

$  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God,. 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  have  oar  fteps  decliri'd  the  road 

Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n  ; 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
With  their  detlrucTtive  breath, 

And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore. 
Hard  by  the   gates  of  death. 

Pause. 

7  We'  s,re  expos'd  all  day  to  die 
j.   As  martyrs  for  thy  coufe, 

tLs  fheep  for  flaughter  bound  we  lie, 
By  fharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  a  rife,-  almighty  Lord, 
Why  flceps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 

Why  ihould  we  look  like  men  abhor'd, 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  r 
1 


94.  PSA'L  M    XLV. 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  c?.(r  us  ofF, 

And  fjfill  neglect  our  cries  ? 
Forever  hide  thine  heav'nly.Iove 

From  our  aitlicted  eyes  ? 

ID  Down  to  the  ciuit  our  foul  is  bow'd, 

Ann  die*- upon  the  ground  j 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 

And  aH  their  pow'r  confound.  | 

II   Redeem  us  from  perpet'al  ihame, 

Our  Sav'our  and  our*  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

P  S  A  L  M     XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of '  Chrift ;  the  fuccefi  of  the  gofpel^  and 
u  the  Gentile  church. 

T\  ff^  Sav'our  and  my  King, 
J.V JL      Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  blefiings  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thv  dreadful  fword, 

And  ride  in  majefty  to  fpread 
The  conquelts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 

Or  melt  their  hearts  t'  obey  ;  * 

While  juitice,  meeknefs,  grace,  and  trut* 
Attend  thy  glor'ous  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right  5 
Thy  throne  fnali  ever  ftand  j 

And  thy  victor'ous  gofpel  proves 
A  fcepter  in  thy  hand. 


P  S  A  L  M    XLV.  "95 

[5     Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

.  Hath,  without  mepfure,  {bed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 

T*  anoint  thy  iacred  head.] 

[6     Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen,.. 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 

And  princes  guard  the  Queen. 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  lovc9 
Forget  thy  father's  houfc  ; 

For  lake  th)  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  the  Lord  ihy  vows  J- 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King 
Thy  fweeteld  thoughts  employ  ; 

Thy  children  ihail  his  honor  fing 
In  palaces  of  joy. 


P  S  A  L  M    XLV.     Common  Metre, 

Jfo  .per final  gkrits  and  government  of  Chrlfl. 

%h  fpeak  the  honors  of  my  King ; 
His  form  divinely  fair  ;  . 
None  of  the  Tons  of  mortal  race 
A/lay  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  S^vest  is  thy  Speech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  (bed  j 

Thy  God,  .with  bleilings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  IV/ord,  vlaor'pBS  Prince  • 
^Ride  with  majeftic  foray  ;  "f  . 
Thy  terror  flail  ftrike  thro'  thy  foes 

And  make  the  world  obey 
I2 


*» 


c/6  P  S  A  L  M    XLV. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  dzudo  ; 
Thy  word  of  grace  {hall  prove 

A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  the  faints  by  love. 

5  Juftrce  and  truth  attend  the  frill, 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  fill 
With  moft  pecuPar  joys. 

PSALM   XLV.   Flrjl  Part.   Long  Metre. 
7fo  glory  of  Cbri/?,  and  power  of  bis  gofpeL 

1  \tOW  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing 
[Nl    The  glories  of  my  Sav'ou;'  King, 

Jefus  the  Lord  j  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  '  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  fhines  with  a  fuper'or  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blefiings  all  his  ftate  compofe. 

%  ^]j(zh  thee  in  arms,  mod  mighty  Lord, 

Gird  .on  the  terror  of  thy  fword  ; 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
^h-dl  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Mi^JI  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  thron?,  O  God,  forever  ftands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  U'.vs  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 

Juftlce  and  grace,  are  thy  delight. 


P  S  A  L  M    XLV.  97 

!  6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  faed 
His  oil  of  gladneis  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  (acred  (pint  bleii 
His  hrit-oorn  ion  above  the  leit, 

PSALM  XLV.  &W  iVr.  Long  Met. 
> 

Chrift  and  hh  church  3  or.  The  myftical  marriage. 

1  r-|*^HE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face.! 

JL     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  5 
Re  comes  with  bleiTings  from  ahovev 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right-hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs  5 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  right'oufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  ; 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  -9 
Fair  (hanger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idpls  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  ihall  the  2£in.g  the  more  rejoice. 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  hap:»y  hour,  when  thou  fhalt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikies  ! 

And  all  thy  fons  (a  numerous  train)  % 
Each  like  a  prince  in  gloiy  reign  ! 

6  Let  eadlefs  honors  crown  his  head  ! 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fp-ead  ! 
While  we,  with  -chearful  fongs'i  a do rove 

*■  m  conddcemions  or  his  love. 

1  3 


9S  P.S  A  L  M    XLVI. 

PSALM     XLVI.     Firjl  Part. 

TJoe  church's  fifety  and  triumph  among  national 
deflations, 

1  f^\  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 
VJT  When  ftortns  of  iharpdiftrefs  invade;. 

E'er  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  bury'd  there  ; 
Convulfions  faake  the  (ohd  world, 

Our  faith  (hall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide  ; 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide* 

4  There  is  a  (tream  wh'ofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  : 

Life,  love  and  joy,  frill  gliding  through, 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftrsam,  thine  holy  word, 
There  all  our  raging  fear  controuls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls, 

6  Si-m  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  again  ft  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  fi-m  foundations  move, 
Built  on  hia  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

i      PSALM     XLVI.     Second  Part, 

God  fights  fbr  his  church. 
I   T     ST   Sin  in  her  K.lnr  r?in:ce, 

J^r  Fno'  tenants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  ! 


M    XLVIt  99 

He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old,  for  "Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  eur  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought,. 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea  thro'  all  the  fhores* 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When,  from  on  high,  his  thunder  roars. 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear  5 
Char'ots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  : 
Keep  filense  all  ye  earth,  and  hear 

The  found  and  glory  of  his  name  I 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
"  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 

<c  1  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad  ; 
"  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Sion  ftands." 

6  O  Lord  ot  hofts,  almighty  King  ! 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwells 
Our  faith  fhali  fit  fecure  and  fing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM    XLVII. 

Chrtft  afcendlng  and  reigning*. 

1  f^\  FOR  a  (bout  of  facred  joy 

\J     To  God  the  fov'feign  King  ! 
Let  ev^ry  land  its  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns -of  triumph  fing. 

2  Tefus  our  God  afcends  on  high,. 
His  heav'nly  guards:  around, 


ico  P  S  A  L  M    XLVIII. 

Attend  him  rifmg  through  the  fityy 
With  trumpetVjoffui  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  ftraiis  : 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  fing  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound  ; 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 

Nor  mock  him,  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

$  In  Ifrd  flood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov  d  that  chofen  race  : 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 

And  heathens  tarb  his  grace. 

6  Thefe  ranfom'd  States  are  all  the  Lord's, 

Here  Abraham  s  God  is  known, 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords,. 

Submit  before  his  throne. 

P  S  A  L  M    XLVIII.     FWJI  Pari, 
The  church  is.  the  honor  and  fafety  of  a  nation, 
REAT  is  the  Lord  our  Gcj, 


G! 


And  let  his  praife  be  great  j 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful  feat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  his  gr:;C", 
How  beautiful  they  (land  ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  p'acr-, 
The  buUvarks  of  our  land* J 

3  In  Sicn  God  is  kno*,vn 
A  refu^t  in  diihtfs  ; 


PSALM    XLVIII,  ioi 

How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone 
Through  all  her  palaces  I 

4  When  kings  againft  her  jbin'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 

In  wild  confufron  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoil  cur  peace, 

Ke  fencls  his  temped  roaring  -oud^, f 
And  finks  thsm  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told> 
Our  eyes  have  often  feen 

How  well  our  God  fecures*the  fold 
Where  his  own  fheep  ha^v  been, 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 

We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

PSALM     XLVIII.    Second  Part.. 
The  beauty  of  the  church  ;  or,   Go/pel  worjbip* 
and  order. 

1  |Y^AR  as  thy  name  is  known 

J7       The  world  declares  thy  praife  ! 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  fongs  of  honor  raife. 

2  With  joy  let  Judab  ftand 
On  Sion's  cho'fen  hill, 

Proclaim, the  wonders  ,of  thy-Thand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will.. 

3  Let  fingers  walk  around 
The  city  where  w<e  dwell. 


i£2  P  S  A  L  M    XLIX. 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well, 

4  The  offers  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worihip  of  thy  court, 

The  chearful  fdngs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 
How  glor'ous  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  which  charms  the  eycs3 
And  rites  adoru'd  with  gold, 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 
Will  guide  us  'till  we  die. 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below 
And  ours  above  the  iKy. 

PSALM     XLIX.     Flrji  Part. 
Prldeand  death  ■  or,  The  vanity  of  life  and  riches, 

1    \^/rHY  dGth  the  man  of  rlch™  grow 

t|       To  mfolence  and  pride, 
1  o  fee  his  wealth  and  honors  £ow 
With  ev'ry  rifmg  tide  I 

t2^'7  ioih  he  treat  the  P°Qr  *ih  fcorn, 
Made  of  the  feif  fame  clay, 

And  boaG,  as  tho'  his  fleft  we're  born 
Of  better  dull  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafure  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour 
•    Or  make  hjs  brother  live. 

[4  Life  is  a  bhSing  can't  be  fold, 
The  rajiibm  is  too  lii&h  $ 


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IjufHce  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold9 
That  man  may  never  &k,] 

I  lie  fees  the  brut  I  fh  and  the  wife, 

The  tiin'rous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  poiFe3ion33  clofe  their  eyes, 

And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet. 'tis  his/inward,  thought  and  pride, 
"  My  haufe  (hall  ever  frand  : 

Ci  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
I'll  give  it  to  my  laud.'' 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lofls 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ? 

His  name  is  written  in  the  dull 
Where  his  own  carcafe  lies. 

Pause. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 
And  yet  their  fons,  -as  vain, 

Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  a&  their  works  again. 

g  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace3     , 

.  If  honor  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  a  beaftj  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  a  beail  they  die. 

f  io  Laid  in  the  grave,  like-rllthy  fheep, 

Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep 

In  terror  and  defpair.  ] 

PSAL  M     XLIX.     Second  Part. 

Death  and  the  refurreclion, 

YE  fons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  ju& 
And  trample  on  the  poor, 


i04  PSALM    XLIX. 

When  death  hr.s  brought  you  down  to  dull: 
Your  pomp  ihall  fife  no  more. 

2  The  lait  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene  ! 
When  will  that  hour  apoear  7 

When  ihali  the  juft  revive,  and  rei^n     ' 
O'er  all  who  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 
When  (ep'rate  from  the  flefli  ! 

And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave 
To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 
Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 

Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

PSALM     XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  fmrrsrs  death,  and the  faint' 's  refurrecHon. 

1  W]^Y  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

\  V    And  boafl:  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 

2  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truir.  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  dud. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flem  fo  delicately  fed, 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  Tinner  dies, 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat  \ 


p  S  A;L  M    L.  sbj 

The  faints  (hall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  find  th*  oppreiTor  at.  their  feet. 

5  His  honors  perifh  in  the  du&, 

And  pomp,  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glor'ous  day  epcalts  trie  juft 
To  fuii  domin'on  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  fhalli  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  : 
My  fiefh  and  foul  «hajl  part  no  more  ; 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M    L.,    Fir  ft  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

iTbt  laft  judgment  \  or,  mhe  faints  rewarded, 

1  '"TplHE  Lord,  tlhe  Judge,  before  his  throne 

Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 
And  rre^r  the  \reftern  (fey. 

2  No  more  ihgfl  bold  blafphemers  fay 
judgment  %m\l\ri£.et  hegi?i ; 

No  more  abuie  his  lottg  delay 
To  impudence  and  fin, 

3  Throh'd  on  k  cloud  our  God  fhall  come, 
Bright  ftarm-s  prepare  his  way,. 

Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  {form 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day, 

4  Heav'n  fnm  above  his  call  fliall  hear. 
Attending  sngels  come  ; 

And  earth  Ind  hell  foal!  know,  and  fear 
His  juflice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
"  Who  made  their  peace  with  God     „ 

li  By  ths  Redeemer's  Sacrifice, 
£t  Wfco  feal'd  it  with  his  "blood. 
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ic6  PSALM    L. 

6  4S  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to 
44  Shall  make  the  world  con fefs  (light 

Ai  My  fen tence  of  reward  is  right, 
*■'  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM     L     Second  Part. 

Obedience  is  better  than  facrifiee. 

T Bus  faith  the  Lord,  u  the  fpacious  fields 
44  And  flocks  and  herds  are*mine, 
<;  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
64  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  afk  no  fheVo  for  fieri  flee,. 

44  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
<c  To  hope  aod  love,  to  pray  and  praife,  ' 
44  Is  all  which  I  require. 

3  <4  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
44  My  hand  (hall  fet  thee  free  ; 

"  Then  (hall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
44  The  honor  due  to  me, 


4  "  The  man  who  offers  bumble  praife, 

45  He  glorifies  me  bell  : 
"  And  thofe  who  tread  my  holy  ways   . 

*4  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

PSALM     L.     Third  Part. 
The  Judgment  of  Hypocrites. 

WHfitf  Chriftto  judgment  doth  defcerid. 
And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "Not  tor  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 
44  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 


F  S   AL'M     La  103 

fc  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain, 

"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 
3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 

ci  To  bring  their  fucrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 

"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4.  "  Could  you  expert  to  'jfcape  my  fight,-. 

"  And  fin  without  controul  I 
*6  But  I  (hall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 

"  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider,  ye  who  fiight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 

There's  no  deliverer  there, 

P  S  A  L  M    U      Long  Metre. 
HypQcrlfy  expofed. 

THE  Lord  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns.> 
Let  hypocrites  attend  and  ftar, 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms,. 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  theft  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  bis  name 
With  lips  of  faiihood  and  deceit;. 

A  friend  or  brother  they  defame. 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbors  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav-'n  they  lift  thei;  finds  unclean 
Deft  I'd  with  lull,  dehi'd  w  t:i  bloojij 

By  night  they  practice  ev'ry  h\;, 
h?  d&y  their  siouths  draw  near  to  God. 
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108  PSA  L  fit    L. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay 
They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more  : 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 
And  lets  their  crimes  before  their  eves; 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  {hall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM    L. 

The  loft  Judgment. 

1  f"F^H£  Lord,  the  Sov'reign,   fends  his 

j|_  (fummons  forth, 

Calls  the  South  nations,  and  awakes  the  North -9 
From  Eafl  to  IVeft  the  founding  orders  fpread, 
Thro' diftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
No  more  fhall  ath'ifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  veng'ance  fleeps  no  more ;  behold  the  day  ! 

2  Behold  the  Judge  defcends  !  his  guards  are 
v  -  (ni^h; 
Tempeft  and  flae  attend  him  down  the  fkv  ; 
Keav'n,  earth,  ;.nd  bell  draw  near  !    let  all 

(things  come, 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom  ; 
But  gather  firft  my  faintsfthe  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  iheir  diftant  lands. 

3  Behold!  my  cov'nant  Rands  forever  good, 
ieal'd  by  th'  eternal  Sacrifice  in  blood,    (Jewy 
And  fign*d  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greeks  the 
'Who  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new. ' 
There's  nodiftin&ian  here;  come,  fpread  their 

(thrones. 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'ttte*  ancj  py  ions* 


FS  A  L  M     L.  10$ 

4  I,  their  almighty  Sav'our  and  their  God, 
I-atfi  their  Judge  :  yeheav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thoieawfiil  truths  which  finners  dread  tohearj 
binners  in  Shn9  tremble  and  retire  5 

I  doom  the  pain  led  hypocrite  to  fire  ! 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flairt- 
D'o  I  condemn  thee  :  bulls  and  goats  are  vatr* 
Without  the  fiapies  of  love  :  in  vain  the  (tore 
Of  brutal  ofPangs  which  were  mine  before  % 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  faCvgge  breed, 
Flocks,  herds',  and  fields,  and  forefts,  where 

(they  feed, 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  f 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  f 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows* 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fantaftic  vows? 
Are  my  eyes  charm' d  thy  vettments  to  behold* 
Glaring  in  gfms,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  f 

(to  p leafs 

7  Unthinking  wretch !  how  could'il  thou  hope 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  coys  as  thefe  f 
While,   with  my  grace  and  itatutes  on  thy 

.  (tongue, 

Thoulov 'ft  decc; *\  arjd  doft  thy  brother  #rofigj 
"In-  vain  to  pious  fo;ms  th'3  fceai  pretends. 
Thieves  and  adulterers  are  th*  c^oita  friends, 

|S  Silent  I  waited  with  lOng-fulFririg  love. 
But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fivould  tuefir  reprove  I 
(And  cherilh  fuch  an  imp'ous  tb<  ught  v 
That  God,  the  righfous.  would  indu  geth 
j    Behola  uiv  terrors  now  \  ai]   thi  ."■-.':  it  roli, 
j  'And  thy  own  ciin^s  aiFright  thy  guilty  fqui ! 


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ito  p  s  a  l  it  tr 

9  Sinners  awake  betimes  •,  yz  fools,  be  wife  « 
Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife«: 
Change  your  vain    thought,   y^ur  crooked 

(ways  amend  ; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  J-~do.e  your  friend. 
Left,  like  a  lion*  his  laft  vengWice  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deiiv'rer  near., 

PSALM     L. 

The  lajl  ^judgment, 

1  HP^HE  God  of  Glory  fend!  his  fummons 

I  (forth* 

Calls  the  South  nations  and  awakes  the  North; 
From  Eafl  to  Wejl  the  foy'reign  orders  fpread 
Thro'  diftant  worlds,  and  reaiom  of  the  dead* 
The  trumpet  founds  5  hell  tremblei  ;  heai/n   re- 

( jokes  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  Jaint*9  with  ihearfui 'voices* 

2  No  more  fhaH  ath'ifts  mock  his  long  delay, 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  day  \ 
Ben  Id  the  fudge  defcends,  his  guards  are  nigh! 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fl;v, 
JVhen  God  appears,  all  nature  Jhall  adore  him  : 
While  Jinners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 

3  "  Heav'n,  earth,   rjid  hell  draw  near  ;  let 

(all  things  come 
"  To  hear  my  juftice  and  the  Tinner's  doom  ; 
46  But  gather  firft  my  faint?,  the  Judge  ccm- 

(mands  ; 
*c  Brinrrthem  ye  angels  from  their  diftant  lands* 
When  Chriit  return?,  wake  eVry  chcarfulpajion, 
JndJhout}  ye  faints,  he  tames  for  pur  falvauon-.. 


La  III 

4  cc  Behold  my  cov'nant  {rands  forever  good, 
44  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  fv.criiice  in  biood  !   — ~ 

f*  And  iign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek% 

(the  JVk/, 
*c  Who  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new. 
There's  no  dijhnftim  here,  join  all  your  voices^. 
And  raifeyour  heads ,  ye  jaini^for  beav'n  rejuces,. 

5  *  Here,  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  fpread 

(their  thrones, 

6  And  near  me  feat  my  f^v 'rites  and  my  ions, 
46  Come,  my  redeemed,  poffefs  the  joy  prepar'd, 
"  E'er  time  began  ;  't.ii  your  divine  reward. 
When  Chrft  telurns,  wake  ev  ry  ch  earful  pa jfion^ 
^.ndfoQut  je  (dints,  he  comes  j or  your  falvaiion* 

P  a  u  s  e  .   the  firft. 

6  "lam  the  Saviour,  I  th'  Almighty  God, 
*<  I  am  the  Jui-e,  ye  heav'hs,  proclaim  abroad 
*£  My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
"  Thofe  awful  truths  which   finners  dread -to 

(hear* 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  Jhall  adore  him  j 
While  firmer s  tremble,  jaints  rejoice  before  him* 

J  "  Stand  forth,   thou  bold  biafphemer,  and 

(profane^, 
"  Now  fee]  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threatYiings 

(vain  i 
"  Thou  hypocrite,  once  d reft  in  faint's  attire, 
"  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Judgment  proceeds  I  hell trembles  !  heav'n  rejoices? 
Lift  up  vour  heads,  ye  faints,  with  chearful  voices* 

8  "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  (Iain 
*  Do  I  cofldenan  thee;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain, 


in  PSA  L  M    L. 

* 

"  Without  the  flames  of  love;  in  vain  the  (tore 
c:  Of  brutal  oiPrin^s  which  were  mine  before: 
Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all- nature  Jhall  adore  him: 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 

q  <c  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  af&  thee  food  ? 
*•  When  did  I  thirft,  or   drink  thy  bullock's' 
♦  (blood  I 

"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  fava^e  breed, 
*c  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where 

(they  feed. 
All  is  the  f  ord's,  he  rrdes  the  wide  creation  ; 
Gives  finners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  Jalvation, 

10  "  Can  I  be  flattered  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
*{  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaltic  vowsi 
"  Are  my  eyes  char  m'd  thy  veil  mem  s  to  behold 
<c  Glanng  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts  :  no  fair  dij^uijes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rijes. 

Pause     the  fecond. 

11  u  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could 'ft  thou 

(hope  to  pleafe 
<c  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ?    . 
*'  While,  with  mv  grace  and  flatiKes  on  thy 

(tonpue 
"  Thou   lovfl  deceit,  and   dofl  thy  brother 

(wrong  ; 
'Judgment  proceeds  !  hell  trtmbks  f  heav'n  repu  es  / 
LtjL  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  chearful  voices, 

12  *'  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
"  Thieves  andadulr/rers  arethychofen  friendsj 
**  While  the  falfe  flatt'rtr  at  my  altar  waits. 


P  S  A  L  M     LL 

m  His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftruction  hates* 

iGod 
man  fc 


3  «  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufPring  love  j 
•  But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  nerer  re 


is  the  Judge  of  hearts ;  no  fair  difguifis 
"creen  the  guilty,  when  his  veng'ame  ri/es. 

ng  love  % 
e'er  re- 
(prove  i 

56  Andcherifh  fuch  an  imp'ous  thcught  within 
"  That  the  all-holy  would  indulge  thy  fin?" 
See,  God  appears,  all  nature 'joins  t'  adore  him^ 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  f.-.ntrs  fall  before  him* 

14  "Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  r'ol!9 
f  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul; 
f  Now,  like  a  lion>  fhall  my  vengeance  tear 
"  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near.*' 
Judgment  concludes ;  bell  trembles ;  heav'n  rejoices  5 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  jaints,  with  ch  earful  v vices, 

Epiphonema, 

15  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife  5 
Awake,  before  this  dreadfiil  morning  rife, 
Change  your  vain    thoughts,  your  crooked 

(works  amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
i  hen  join.,  ys  faint*:,  wake  ev'ry  chearful  pajjion  5 
When  Cbnjt  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvationm 

PSALM    LI.     Firjl  Party   Long  Metre. 
A  Penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

^HEW  pity,    Lord  5  O  Lord  I  forgive^. 
J  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
not  thy  mercies  \arge  and  free  I 
j  not  a  (inner  truft  in  thee  I 


Uj|,  io.tc.jlj    ivx       i>i. 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  not  furpa(s 
The  pow*r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound  [ 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  found- 

3  O  wafli  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin  ! 
And  make*  my  guilty  confeience  clean  : 
Here,  on  my  heart,  my  burden  lies  ; 
And  paft  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  ihzme  my  fins  cenfefs 
Agamft  thv  law,  again  ft  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  ihould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

,  5  bhould  fudden  veng'ance  feize  my  breathy 
1  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 
Thy  right'ous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  firmer,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope  (till  hcv'ring  round  thy  word 
Would  light  on  fame  tweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  iupport  againfi  dtfpair, 

PSALM    LI.    Stcond  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Or  iginal  and  atluul  f.n  cwfcjfed. 

1  T     CRD,   i  am  vile,  conceiv'o  in  (iny. 

[  j  And  born  unholy  and  unclean, 
Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Coirt.pts  his  race  and  tauits  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  dr)tw  our  i  fant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  Un  grow  up  tor  death  -y 
Thv  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defn'd  in  ev'iy  part 

[3  Greai-  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirijt  pure  and  true  5. 


PSALM    LI,  US 

*<3  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 
My  danger,  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold,  1  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ! 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  Nor  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  bean1, 
Nor  hyflbp  branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  wafh  the  difmal  ftain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufHcient  to  atone  5 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  \ 
No  Jewijh  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace,. 
Nor  flefh,  nor  foul,  hath  reft  or  eafe, 

Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

PSALM    LL    Third  Part.    Long  Metre, 

The  backjlider  reftored  ;  or,  Repentance  and 

faith  in  the  blood  of  Chrift. 

I  f~\  Thou  who  hear'O:  when  finners  cry  ! 

\J  Tho'  a  I  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mcm'ry  from  thy  book* 

%  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
^And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
,Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart* 

p  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
fvaft  out  and  bani&'d  from  thy  fie! 


thy  fight 


n6  PS  A  L  M    LI. 

Thiae  holy  joys,  my  God,  reilore  ; 
And  guard  "me  that  I  rail  no  more. 

4.  Tho'  1  have  sjriev'd  fhy  Spirit,  Lord^ 
His  help  and  comfort  ftitl  afrord  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facfifiee  I  bring  ;    A 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrihce. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufr.  ; 
Look  dowrf*,  O  Lord,  with  pit'ing  eye,, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

J  Then  will  1  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
-Sinners  fhall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grzcz  j 
1'li  lead  them  to  my  Saviour'*,  blcod, 
And  they  (hall  praife  a  pard  ning  God. 

8   O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  1 
Salvation  (hall  be  all  my  long  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  ilrength  and  right'oufnefs. 

PSALM    LI.    FWJl  Part.    Com.  Metre 

Original  and  aftualfri  confeffed  and  pardoned., 

Ofct),  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftref 
_j     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Ag»in(i  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

31  Should'fr  thou  ronnerrn  my  foul  to  bell, 
And  crufh  my  fiefh  to  dufi, 


PSALM    LI.  117 

HeaVn  would  approve  thy  veng'ance  well, 
And  earth  muft  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came. 
Unholy  and  unclean  ; 

All  my- original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath, 

And  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  gx-ew 
A  j utter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord  !  and  chear  my  foul 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

0  make  my  broken  ipirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  quite  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  j 

Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

£  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  fons  of  men  j 
Backfliders  mall  addrefs  thy  throne, 

And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM     LI.      Second  Part. 
Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chri/t, 

1  f~\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
\^P    My  load  of  guilt  remove, 

Break  down  the  fepairating  wall 
Which  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefenee  of  thy  grace, 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  fpenk  alcud  thy  right'oufhcfs. 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

JLid 


nS        PSALM    L1II.    LV. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  flain 
For  fin  could  e'er  atone  j 

The  death  of  Chrift  fhall  ftijl  remain 
, Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  defert 
My  God  will  ne'er  defplfe  ♦ 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  beft  facrifice. 

PSALM    LIIL 

Viclory  and  deliverance  from  persecution* 

T    A  RE  a!1  the  foesof  Sim  fuoIs 

il     who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  f* 

2  They  fliall  be  feiz'd  wi: h  fad  furprife  j 
For  God's  revenging  arm 

Scatters  the  bones  of  thofe  who  rife 
1  o  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  fa  tan  boaft 
-     Of  armies  in  array  ; 

When  God  ha>>  flrft  defpis'd  their  ho?z 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Sion's  King 
Ker  captives  to  reirore  ! 

Jacob,  with  all  his  tribes  fhall  fin?. 
And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

PSALM     LV.     Common  Metre. 

Support  fir  the  afflicled  and  tempted  fold'. 

1   C\  G0^.>  mY  refuge  ?  hear  my  cries, 
%^f    liehoid  my  flowing  tears, 


PSALM    LV.  St§ 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  level'd  at  my  life, 
My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 

And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife 
To  make  my  hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-firings  founJf 
I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  : 

Horrcr^and  fear  bef>t  me  round 

Amon?  the  fhades  of  death. 
p 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove  ! 
And  innocence  had  wings  j 

I'd  By,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reiflefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  heme ; 

Where  itorrns  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  aftl, 
To  'fcape  the  rage  of 'hell  I 

The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  wd\. 

j  By  morning -light  Vl\  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
Thejiight  fhall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 

Nor  wiil  he  long  deny. 

8  God  {hall  preferve  rr\y  foul  from  fear  \ 
Or  lhield  me  when  afraid  : 

Ten  thoufand  angels  muff  appear, 
If  he  commands  their  aid. 

9  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuiraihs  them  all  $ 

L    2 


12*  PSAL  M    LV, 

My  courage  refls  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

iO  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain. 
My  lips  (hall  fpread  his  praife  j 

While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
bcarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM    LV.     Short  Metre; 

Dangerous  prefperity  ;  or,  Daily  devotion  en* 
couraged. 

1  T    ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 

§  j     And  chufe  the  road  to  death  \ 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne 
When   morning  brings  the  light  % 

I  feek  his  blefiing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  ruy  my  vows  at  night, 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 

While  finners  perifli,  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  agigFy  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel 

They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I',  with  all  my  cares 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  fnall  well  fuftairv 
The  children  of  his  iove  ; 


P  S  A  L  M     LVI.  12! 

The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftands 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move, 

PSALM     LVI. 

Deliverance  from  opprejJioJi  and  faljhwd  ;  of# 
6&A  ft?r*  o/5  his  -people  in  anfwer  .to  faith 
and  prayer, 
i*  f~\ Thou  !  whole  juftice  reignson  high, 

\J     And  makes  th*  oppreffor  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  Tinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  mv  peace. 

a  The  Tons  of  violence  and  lies. 

Join  to  devour  me?  Lo«d  j 
Hut  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 

My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  in  G«xi  moft  holy,  juil  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  i  fear  what  flefh  can  6o9 

The  offspring  of  the  dufr. 

4.  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  illil^ 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  j 

Milchief  doth  all  their  counfels .iill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts, 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  J* 
.    Mult  their  devices  it  and  ? 

O,  call  the  haughty  finner  down,. 
And  let  hnn  know  thy  hand  1 

Pause. 

6  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  kmt$x 
Their  groans  aif'ecl  his  ears  ♦.. 

Thou  ha&  a  boob  for  my  complaint  % 
A  bottle  for  my  tears . 

'v  3 


122  PSALM    LVIL   . 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry^ 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  ; 

So  fwift  is  prav'r  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  mod  holy,  juft  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 

Nor  will  1  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dull. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord  : 
Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praife  ; 

I'll  fing,  How  faithful  is  iby  word  ; 
How  riabt'ous  all  thy  ways  ! 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death,. 

fet  thy  pris'cer  free  ! 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
•    May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

PSAL  M     LVIL 

Pra'fe  for  protection,  grace  a?id  truth. 

MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
OS  boundlefslove  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
'Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
j  he  Lord  will  my  de fires  perform  ; 
Ke  fends  his  angels  from  the  fky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm» 

3  Be  thou  exacted.  O  my  God  ! 

Above  th^  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell  ;    * 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  h-part  is  flx'd  ;  my  fong  fhall  raife 
Immortal  honors  to.  thy  name  j 


PSALM    LVIIL  123. 

Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife  j 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth,  his  mercy  reigns* 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  fky  ; 

His  truth  to  endiefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diflblve  and  die* 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  j 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM     LVIIL 

Warning  to  Magiflrates. 

I   TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J      Will  ye  difpife  the  right'ous  caufe, 
When  th'   injur'd  poor  before  you  ftands  f 

Dare  ye  condemn  the  right'ous  poor, 

And  let  rich  finners  Ycape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands, 

ft  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  Judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns ..$ 
Yet  vou  invade  the  rights  of  God  ; 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chain*! 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  (harp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where  e'er  it  wounds  f 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears  5 
So,  the  deaf  acMer  ftops  her  ears 

Againft  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds, 

4  B'-eak  out  their  teeth,  eternal  Go^ 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  j 


,24  PSALM    LX. 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft  : 
As  empty  chaff  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  temped  flies, 

So  let  their  hope*  and  names  be  loft; 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  /ky  ! 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die; 

As  hills  of  fnow  oiiTolve  and  run, 
Or  mails  which  periih  in  their  flime  ! 
Or  births  which  come  before  their  time. 

Vain  births  which  never  fee  the  fun  ! 

6  Thus  (hail  the  yerjg'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  who  hear,  ihall  join  and  fay 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  who  rules  on  high,  ' 
"  A  God  who  hears  his  chi  dren  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fufF 'rings  well  repay.. 

PSALM    LX. 

/      On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  dijappointments 
in  War. 

I   T    ORD,  haft  thou  caft  New  England  o&  I 
JL/     Muft  wc  for  ever  mourn  ? 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 
ShaJl  mercy  ne'er  return  \ 

1  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 

Melts  all  our  frrength  away  ; 
Like  men  who  totter,  drunk  with  wine, 

\Ve  tremble  in  difmay. 

3  New  England  (hakes  beneath  thy  ftroke, 
And  dreads  thy  threat'ning  'mind  ; 

O  heal  the  people  thou  h?.ft  broke, 
Reftore  z^q  trembling  land. 


PSALM    LXI.  123 

1 4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  3 
ISave  thy  beloved  With  thy  fhield, 

And  put  our  foes  to  fharne. 

5  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight 
Like  a  confed'rate  God  : 

In  vain  confed'rate  powers  unite 
Again  ft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  fhall  gain  a  wide  renown 
By  thine  aflifting  hand  ; 

JTis  God  who  treads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  ft  and. 

PSALM      LXI. 

Safety  in  God. 

%   'T^THEN  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

\f\f       My  heart  within  me  dies> 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  i  lift  mine  eyes. 

%  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head  ! 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 

My  fhelter  and  my  fhade. 

3  Within  thy  pre  fence.  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide  j  I 

Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence^ 
The  refuge  where  I  hide._ 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  5 
If  -endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fball  poflefs  the  fame* 


i26     PSALM    LXII.     LXIII. 

PSALM    LXII. 

No  iruji  in  the  creatures  ;  or,  Faith  in  divim 
grace  and  pcwer. 

1  Ik  fiT  Y  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
J.  V  A   ^y  onty  re<uge  is  his  throne  5 

In  all  my  fears,  in  ail  my  ftraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him  ye  faints,  in  all  your" ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  : 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all- fufEcient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear, 
Light  as  a  pufF  o>  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fct  your  heart  on  glitt'ring  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleet.ng  fmoke, 
And  not  be!  <  eve  what  God  has  fpoke. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  hear'd, 
*'  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  3 

<c  He  muft  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too." 

6  For  fov'reign  pow  r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  a::d   jufrice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well,  divide  our  laft  reward. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXIIL    Ftrft  Part.  Com.  Mel. 


'E 


77?*  warning  of  a  Lord's  dcy, 
AKLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
1  haile  to.  feek  thy  face  ; 


PSALM    LXIII.  127 

My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
r  Without  thy  cneuring  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand 
I   Beneath  a  burning  fey, 

Long  for  a  cooling  itream  at  hand, 
And  they  mult  arink,  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 
Thro'  all  thy  temple  fhine ; 

My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly -hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleflings  of  a,  feaft 
Can  plea'e  my  foul  {o  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 
And  in. thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life.itfelf,  with  all  her  joys 
Can  my  befl  pailions  move, 

Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearful  voic3 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  'till  my  i aft  expiring  day, 
;    I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray 3 

And  tune  my  lips  to  ling. 

PSALM     LXIII.     Second  Pari, 

Midnight  thoughts  recollefted. 

I  '     IT* WAS  in  the  watches  of  the. night 

J.       I  thought  upon  thy  povrr  $ 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  irr  fight 
Amidft  the  darkeft  hour^ 

l  My  flefh  lay  fefting  on  my  bedy 
My  foul  arofe  on  high  $ 


«8  PSALM    LXIII. 

My  God  I  fiy  Life  !  my  Hope,  I  faid, 
Bring  thy  falvation  nigh, 

3  My  fpirit  labors  up  thine  hill, 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  : 

But  thy  right-hand  upholds  me  ftill, 
While  1  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 
The  fhadow  of  thy  wings  ; 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes,  and  fings. 

5  But  the  deflroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  : 

The  tempter  mall  forever  ceafe, 
And  alljny  fins  be  (lain. 

6  Thy  fword  In  all  give  my  foes  to  death, 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 

In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 

PSALM     LXIIT.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  God  ;  or,  The  love  of  God  bet* 
tcr  than  life, 

GREAT  GoJ,  indulge  my  humble  claim* 
Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  Reft  j 
The  glories  which  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  Great  and  Good,  thou  Tuft:  and  Wife, 

Thou  art  mv  Father  and  my  God  ; 

And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties  ; 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood, 

^  With  heart,  and  eyrs,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  1  long,  to  thee  I  look, 


P .  S  A  L  M    LXIII  129 

As  travellers  in  thirty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  With  early  feet'I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  | 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow'rof  Sovereign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  nor  wines  which  tempt  our  tafte 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know, 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  my  chearful  pafliorl  fo. 

6  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love 
No  tafte  of  pleafure  could  afford  " 

Twould  but  a  tirefcme  burden  prove, 
U  I  were  baniflfd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night. 
When  bufy  cares  afflia  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 
|™  lift  my  hands   I'll  raife  my  voice 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  Ooll  make  my  hearf  rejoice, 
And  fpena  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM    LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 

1  1\ZTY  God3  ^rnilt  mY  tongue 
IV J.  This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  : 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defart  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 
M 


j3o  PSALM    LXVo 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 

Thy  pove'r  and  giory  to  behold, 
And  feej  chy  quickening  ^race, 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 
No  reiifh  can  afford  ; 

J^o  joy  can  be  compar'd  wirh  this, 
To  ferve  and  pieafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 
And  praife  thee,  while  I  live  j 

Not  all  the  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  -food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  fpirit  Hies, 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  chearfu!  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
My  fou!  in  fafety  keeps  I 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads. 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

PSALM    LXV.  JFirfi  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Public  prayer  and  praife, 

THE  praife  of  $fon  waits  for  thee, 
My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfef 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee. 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou  !  whofe  mercy  bends  the  &ieif 
To  favc  when  humble  Tinners  pray, 


FSAL  M    LXV.  tp 

All  lands  to  thee  (hall  lift  their  eye§* 
And  iflands  of  the  Northern  fea. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  fliall  purge  away  their  ftain  % 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail    ' 
To  wafh  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt  chuib- 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  5 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houley 

To  taite  thy  love  divinely  free. 

P  a    u   s   E. 

5  Let  Bahsl  fear  when  Sion  prays  y 
Mabel  prepare  tor  long  crnieis, 
When  kions  G  if  arrays 
In  tenor  and  in  rtg&t'o&fnsfs. 

6  With  dread  ml  glory  God  fulfills 
What  his  glided -faints  requelt  j- 
And  with  atmighty  wVafth  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  crunches  reft. 

7  Then  {hail  the  flocking  nations  rail 
To  Stan's  hill  and  own  [heir  Lord  j 
The  nfmg  and  the  fettirig  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviours  name  ador'd, -" 

PULM  LXV.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Divine  providence  in  air^  earth  and  fea  5  or, 
the  God  of  Nature  and  Grace. 

I    r'J"lH£  God  of  our  falvafjon  hears 

A       ^ne  groans  or  Sion  mix'd  with  tears  3 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  dehgns, 
Through  all  the  way  fes  terror  (b^efl 

lYl  2 


i32  PSAL  M    LXV. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  rernotefr.  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors  who  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God 
When  tempefrs  rage,  and  billows  roar, 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  fhore. 

4  He"  bids  the  noify  tempefl  ceafe, 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorrn, 
He  fettles,  in  a  peaceful  form  ;  ' 
Mountains  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  (land. 

6  Behold,  his  enfigns  fweep  the  (ky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  light'nings  fly  ! 
The  Heathen  lands  with  fad  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  Eaft,  and  leads  the  day  : 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  Weflern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  eVmng  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhow'rs. 
Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 

9  *Tis  from  his  watry  (lores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clou  *s,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difp$nfe«  < 


PS'AL  M    LXY.  igj 

10  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field,. 
Abundant  fruit  the  valiies  yield  ;     .  " 
The  valiies  fhotii  with  chearful  voice. 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys*- 

M  The  pa£ures  fmile  in  green  arrays 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  5 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  (peaks  thy  name, 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divkie  \ 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine  ; 
Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God  !  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  yearV 
PSA  LM    LXV.  Firjl  Part.  Corn.  Metre 

A  prayer  hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called, 
r  TJ&AisE  waits  in  SUn^  Lord,   for  thee3 

There  fnall  our  vows  be  paid  5 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  fin  tiers  pray  ,-■ 
All  flein  (hall  feek  thine  aid. 

%  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 

To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  ihatt  chufe 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  Tn  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts. 
Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 

And  work*  of  dreadful  right'oufnefs  ■ 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

3  Thus  fitaJ    ..  |ng  nations  ifee5 

Tiis  Loid-iv  ; 


134  P  S  A  L  M    LXV. 

And  cfiftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lordy 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  fliall  learn  thy  holy  word, 

And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXV.     Second  Part. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth  and  fea  ; 
or  ;  The  blejJing  of  rain. 

TIS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 
God  of  eternal  pow'r  ! 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar- 

2  The  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Succenive  comforts  bring  : 

Thy  pient'ous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours^ 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 

When  clouds  diftill  their  fruitful  fhow'rs* 
The  Author  is  divine. 

$  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  fky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 

The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  nil, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  : 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blefUngs  (lilt, 

Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


PSALM    LXV.    LXVI.       135 

PSALM    LXV.    Third  Part. 

•The  blejfmg  of  the  fpring  ;  or,  God  gives  rairt* 
A  Pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 

1  £^  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King^ 
\jjf    Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  j 

Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear, 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out  at  thy  command 

Their  watry  bleffings  from  the  ffcy* 
To  chear  the  thirfty  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  ling. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 
Rejoice  at  falling  mow'rs, 

The  meadows,  dreft  in  all  their  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain 
'"  Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 

The  parched  ground  looks  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope, 

6  The  var'ous  months  thy  goodnels  crowns ; 
How  bount'ous  are  thy  ways  ? 

The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM     LXVI.     tirfi  Part. 

Governing  poiyer  and  goodnefs  5  or,  Our  grdct 

tried  by  afflMons, 
I  OING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
£j    Sing*  with  a  joyful  noife  j  J 


r36  PSALM    LXVI. 

With  melody  of  found,  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  which  makes  the  &}',' 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 

•*  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

f  3  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glor'cus  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Moles'  hand  he  puts  his  rod,. 

And  cleaves  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry 
While  I/r'el  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 

There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might  : 
What  rebel  mortals  dare 

Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ? 
Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 

He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufPring  fouls. 
To  make  our  graces  fhine  ; 

So  fllver  bears  she  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiVy  ways^ 
We  march  at  thy  command, 

Led  to  p'  fiefs  the  provnis'd  place, 
jfy  thine  unerring  hand. 


P  S  A  L  M      LXVI.    LXVII.      137 

PSALM     LXVI.     Second  Part. 

Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer* 
%  Ik  TOW  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 

Jf\(      To  that  almighty  pow'r, 
^Vhich  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 

In  my  diftrefsful  hour, 

2  My  lips  and  chearfui  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mexcies  known  ; 

Gome,  ye  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 
I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid  : 

He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell., 
And  death's  eternal  fhade. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart, 
While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue^ 

The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 
Has  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 

Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requefr^ 
Nor  turn' J  his  heart  from  me. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXVII. 

The  nation's  profperiiy,  and  the  churches  increafe* 
I    Q  BINE,  mighty  God,  on  all  the  land* 

k3     With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  thro'  all  our  coafts, 

And  fhew  thy  fmiling  face. 

[2  Amidft  our  States  exalted  high. 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guard'an  fire*      - 

Surround  the  fav 'rite  land.] 


5^        psalm:  lxviii. 

3  When  fhall  thy  name,  from  fhore  tofhor.f* 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  bav'our  and  their  God  .? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  refcu'd  States, 
Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  ; 

While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praife, 
And  grateful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great. Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 
Who  fits  enthron'd  above, 

Wifely  commands  the  worlds  he  made, 
In  juflice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  (hall  obey  her  Maker's  will,. 
And  yield  a  full  increafe  :  1 

Our  God  will  crown  this  chofen  clime, 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God,  the  Redeemer,  fcatters  round 
Hit  choiceft  favors  here, 

While  the  cre2tion's  utrnoft  bound 
Shall-fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM     iiXVIfT.     FlrflParU 

rIhe  vengeance  and  compajjitm  of  God, 
I  /^Ul)  will  arife  in  all  his  anight, 

\JT   And  put  the  troops  of  he  if  to  flight, 
As  lmoke  which  fought  to  cloud  the  fkies, 
Before  the  riling  tempeit  flits. 

[2   He  comes  arrav'd  in  burning  flames  5 
Juftice  ^id  veng'ance  are  his  names  ; 
B  hold  his  fainting  foes  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  fky  j 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  ©n  high  1 


PSALM    LXVHL  139 

W  Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fens  of  grace  5 
1  Ye  Taints,  rejoice  before  his  face  ! 

I  4   The  widow  and  the  fatheHefs 
[  Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  : 
I  In  him  the  poor  and  helple/s  find 
f  A  Judge  moft  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 

|\  But  rebels  who  difpute  his  wilt 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  flill.  ? 

Pause. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  % 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  ; 
His  wond'rous  name  and  pow'rs  rehearfe  ; 
His  honors  fnall  enrich  your  verfe. 

j   He  (hakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  $ 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  I 
In  Ifrel  are  his  mercies  kncwn, 
Ifrel  is  nss  pecul'ar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  K'nj,  pronounce  him  blefl  % 
He's  your  Defence,  your  Joy,  your  Kelt  ; 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  taint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM     LXVEIL     Second  Part. 

ChrirVs  afcmtton^  anJ  the  gift  of  the  Spirit, 
I  T     ORD,  when  thou  did#  afcend  on  high, 

JLy  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  flcy  : 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  char'ots  to  attend  thy  ftate* 

a  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  gtor'o.us,  when  the  Lord  was  there  5 


J40  HALM     LXVIIL 

While  he  pronouncd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe, 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebeirous  pow'rs  of  hell, 
Which  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led  ! 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again, 

PSALM     I^VIII.     Third  Part. 

Praife  for  temporal  bkjjings  ;  or,  Common  and 
fpiritual  mercies. 

*\X7E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juftS,  and  good, 
*  *    Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food  j 
"Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round 

To  chear  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  j 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plent'ous  rain 
Refrefh  the  thirfty  earth  again.  ' 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  \ 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 

He  heals  the  weak  and'  guards  the  flrong, 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  Tinner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difference  which  remains, 
Is  endlefs  joys,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  who  bruis'd  the  ferpent'S  head, 
C»  ajl  :!:c  fcrpent's  feed  (hall  tread  j 


PSALM    LXIX.  Hi 

The  ftubborn  fmner's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lafting  wound. 

%  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhaSl  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  fea$, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above  -y 
There  mall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 

PSALM  LXIX.  Fir/}  Part.  Com.  Metre 
Tfe  Offerings  of  Ghrift  for  our  fahatjon* 

I  "  QAVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods 

e3  "  Break  in  upjpn  my  foul  ! 
%*  I  fink,  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

a  "  I  cry-,  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

"  In  tears  I  wate  the  diy; 
«  My  GGd,  behold  my  longing  eyes  1 

46  And  fhorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 
*4  And  ftill  their  number  grows 

"  More  than  the  hairs  around  myliead, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'T#as  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 
44  Which  men  could  never  pay, 

"  And  gave  thqfe  honors  to  thy  law, 
44  Which  finners  took  away." 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefiiah's  name, 
.  The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 

Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  *6  Now  (hall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 
44  Salvation  in  my  name, 


142  P  S  A  L  M    LXI«;       .._  ;. 

w  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrcw,  pain  and  iliame. 

7  "  Grief  like  a  garment  cloth'd  me  roujsd? 
"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 

*6  While  1  procured  for  naked  fouls 
**  A  robe  of  right'oufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 
"   L  like  a  ftrartger  flood, 

"  And  bore  their  vile  rc?proach,  to  bring 
<46  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came  in  finful  mortal's  {lead 
'•'  To  do  my.  Father's  will  ; 

<c  Yet,  when  1  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe^ 
"  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  fading  and  my  holy  groans 
"  Were  ma  le  the  drunkard's  fong, 

6t  But  God,  from  his  ceieiFal  throne 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  dzeps 
"  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drown'd  ; 

"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  fee* 
««  On  well  edabliOi'd  ground. 

12  cc  'Twas  in  a  mod  accepted  hour 
C£  My  pray'r  arofe  on' high, 

"  And  for  my  fake  my  God  fiiall  hear 
"  The  dying  ilnner's^cry." 

PSALM     LXIX.     Second  Part.' 


■N 


TJ)e  pajjion  and  exaltation  of  Chrift. 

OW  let  our  Ups,  with  holy  fear 
And  mournful  pleafure,  fwg 


PS  A  L  M    LXIX.  14 

The  futPrings  of  our  great  High-Prkfr, 
The  ibrrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs  ! 
How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 

While  to  his  heav'nly  Fathefs  ear 
He  fends  perpet'al  cries.  ■ 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord  f  and  fave  thy  Sgi^ 
"  Nor  hide  thy  (hining  face ; 

:«  Why  fhould  thy  Fav'rite  look  like  pnr  " 
<4  Fcrfoken  of  thy.  grace  ? 

4  Ct  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  Marl 
"  Who  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 

"'  While,  for  a  facrifice,   I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  U  They  tread  my  honor  to  the  du$, 
"    "  And  laugh  when  1  complain  ; 

sc-  Their  fharp  iniultmg  Danders  add 
*'  Freih.anguiiU.cp  my  pain*  . 

6  cc  Ail  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  mame  j 

«'  Reproach  has  brake  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  defile  my  name. 

7  .  "  I  look?d  for  pity,  but  in  vain  $ 

"  My  kindred  aie  my  grief  j 
*s  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
4i  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  u  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirll2 
6 ^  They  give  me  gall  for  food  \i 

f6  And,  fporting  with  my  dying  grgaji% V, 
*s  They  triumph  in  my  blood, 
$    2 


i44  P.  S  A  L  M    LXIIft 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefted  foul, 

"  Let  thy  compaflion  fave  ; 
"  And,  though  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 

"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

ro  "  I  (hall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 
"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 

"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God  ! 
c^  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne. 

PSAL  M     LXIX.     Third  Part. 

ChriJFs  obedience  and  death  ;  or,    God  glorified 
and  Jinners  fa^ed, 

1  T*^  ATHER,  I  ting  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
Jj     I  blefs  my  Savior's  name  ; 

He  bought  falvation  foj  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  Tinner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high  5 
F-?is  duty  and  his  zeal 

Fulfil'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
AnJ  finiih'd  all  thy  vvi1!. 

3  His  dving  groans,  his  living  (ongs 
Shall,  better  pleafe  my  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goats  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  fhall  his. humble  foll'wers  fee, 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 

5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  who  dwell  on  high* 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 

While  lands  and  feas  aflift  the  (kj% 
And  join  t*  advance  his  praife* 


PSALM    LXIX.  m 

6  Si  on  is  thine,  mod  holy  Godj 

Thy  Son  fhail  blefs  her  gates  ; 
And  glory,  purchased  by  his  blood 

tor  thine  own  Ifr*el  waits. 

PSALM    LXIX.  Firjl  Part.  Long  fl&£ 

Ckrifis  pajftorty  and  finner*  s  falvatioH, 
I  "p%E£P  in.  our  hearts  iet  us  record 

jL/  The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lonrf  i 
Behold  the  rifing  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  right'ous  foul  -I  '"" 

%  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breach  * 
While  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curft  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  poiv'r  and  lovtf  v 
Have  made  the  cu-fe  a  bieffing  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufPringS  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  fins  which  we  have  done. 

4.  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honor  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known$ 
And  paid  for  follies,  not  his  Gwn. 

5  O,  for  his  fake,  our  guilt  forgive,  - 
And  let  the  mourning  (inner  live  ! 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name,  ■■- 
Nor  fhali  cur  hope  be  turfi'd  to  fhame. 

PSALM   LXIX;-*  SmndPffrfi  Long  Met, 


3>qp 


Ch rift's'  fu firings  and  zeal. 
WAS  for  thy  lake,  eternal  God, 
Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load- 
$  i 


i4>  P  S  A  L  M    LXIX^ 

Of  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  di%race, 
And  fhame  defil'd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jews  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  who  check' d  their  fin  ; 
While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

[3  My  Father's  houfe,  (faid  he)  was  made 
A  place. for  worjhip,not  for  trade  : 
Then,  featuring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

[4.  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 
He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  His  friends  forfook,  his  follVers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue, 
The  Judge  unjuft:  maintains  the  wrong, 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  5 
They  nat]  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  ! 

[7  Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  ftones, 
Infult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 
Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
And  mock'd  his  thirli:  with  vinegar.] 

S  But  God  beheld,  ^nd  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  who  hate  his  Son  : 
The  hand  which  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  the  veng'ance  on  -their  head, . 


PkALM.?     LXXI*  X4F 

i 

P  S'ALM    LXXL    FirJI  Part.. 

The  aged  faint's  refleftUn  and  bof>e». 
God,  my  everlafHng  hope, 


'MY.' 


live  upon  thy  truth  : 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  flrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flefti  was  fafh'on'd  by  thy  pow'r, 
With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 

And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  intirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feea 
Repeated  ev'ry  year  ; 

Behold,  my  days  which  yet  remain,, 
I  trufl  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  ft'rength  decline^, 
When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhine, 
When  e'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 

They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
_   In  ev'ry  line,  thy  praife. 

F  S  A  L  M-  LXXI.     Second  Part,, 

Chrift  our  Jlrength  and  rightemfnefs. 

1  T^/TY  Sav'our>  mV  almighty  Friend,, 
_s  1V1      When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end,  . 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  trufr,\, 
Thy.goodnef5  I  adore  y. 


143  PS  A  L  u   lxxl 

And  fince  1  knew  thy  graces  firftj 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celeft'al  road, 

And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftren^tlu  . 
To  fee  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diflrefs 
For  fome  furprifing  fin, 

I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righrt'oufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine, 

J  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 

Shall  thy  fal  nation  fmg. 

[6  My  tongue  ihall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Sav'our  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  {hame> 

And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

7  Aw2ke,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs  \ 

Wjth  this  delightful  fong 
1*11  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 

PSALM     LXXL     Third  Parti 

TJ?e  aged  chr'tftiarCs  player  and fong  ;  or,  Old' 
age,  death,  and  the  rejurreftion* 
I  f^\00  of  ny  childhood  and  my  youth, 

\J     Thou  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  hivedeclar'd  thy  heav'nly  t-uth, 
And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

3  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  hear:  I 


PSALM    LXXII.  149 

■  Who  fhall  fuflain  my  finking  years, 
If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

I  3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  furviving  age, 
;  And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name: 

When  I  fhail  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 

O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

P  A   u   s    E. 

5  Thy  right'oufhefs  is  deep  and  high, 
Unfearchable  thy  deeds  ; 

Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar5, 
•       And  oft  endur'd  the  grief  ; 

But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore^ 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

*j  By  long  exper'ence  have  I  known. 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 

Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  bury'd  deep  in  dufr,„ 

My  fiefh  ih all  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  I  truft,. 

To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

PSALM     LXXII.    Ftrft  Part, 
Tht  kingdom  of  Chrift. 
y^REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway, 
\3"  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey*.. 


l3-0  PSALM     LXXil, 

Now  give  the  kingdom- to  thy  Son  ; 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fcepter  well  becomes  his  hands, '- 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  juftice  (hall  avenge  the  poor, 

And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he'll  vindicate  the   jui% 
And  tread  oppreflbrs  in  the  dud  : 

His  worlhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft 
^Till  hours,  and  years,- and  time  be  pail, 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown. 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  infl'ence  down  : 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  eifliils, 
Like  heav'niy  dew  on  thirity  hills. 

5  The  Heathen  lands  which  lie  bencaih 
The  fhaues  of  over-fpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  nrft-  dawning  light, 
And  defarts  bloffom  at  the  fi>ht«   , 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  : 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXII.     Second  Pah, 

Chrift's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

2«TESUS  fhall  reign  where  e'er  the  Sun 

J  Does  his  fucceflive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fliore  to  fhore, 
*T/11  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more, 

[2  Behold  !  the  iflarids,  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brines  : 


PSALM    LXXIIL  ±%$z 

From  Nsrth  to  South  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

,3  There  Perfia^  gler'ous  to  behold, 
There  Ini'a  ihines  in  Eaftern  gold  • 
And  barb'rous  nations,  at  his  word, 
Submit  and 'bow*  and  own  their  Lord.] 

4  For  this  fhill  endlefs  pray'r  be  ma^, 
And  praifcs  throng  to  crown  his  head  5 
His  name,  like  fwett  perfume,  ihai-1  rife 
With  ev'ry  morning  faenfice. 

5  People. and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong  5 
And  ini'adt-voices  ihall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleilings  on  his  name. 

6  Bieffiags  abound  where -e'er  he  reigns. 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains  3 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  xx\t  (bns  of  want  are  bleft. 

[7   Where  he  difplays  his  healing  pow'fj 
Death  and  the  curie  are  known  no  more  £ 
■In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boail 
More  blefiings  than  their  father  I  jR* 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
PecuPar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  fangs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Jmen.] 

PSALM  LXXIII.  FirJlParL  Com.  Metl 

AjfliSled  faints  happy ,  and  prof  per  out  firmer* 
curpd. 
I  VTOW  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
xN   To  men  of  heart  fmcere, 


c< 


ill  PSAL  M    LXXII?. 

•» 

Yet  onee  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  grievM  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
A  ltd  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 

w  How  pijafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  well-fed  flefh,  and  haughty  eyes' 
"  They  hy  their  fears  to  ileep  ; 

"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  (landers  rife,     • 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  Vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  j 
For  I  am  chaften'd  all  the  day, 
"'  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints^ 
I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 

<c  5ure  I  (hall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
"  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  ftill  {  found  my  doubts  too  hardj 
The  conflict  too  (tvevQ  ; 

'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  the  fecret  there. 

J  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  finner'b  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 

Above  a  fi'ry  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  proranely  boaftj 
Till,  at  thy  frown,  he  fell  : 

Hi3  honors  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awoke  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  env'ous  fool  I  was  ! 
How  like  a  thoudadefs  bcaft  ! 


P  S-A  L  M    LXXIXI.  >5j 

Thus  to  fufpcct  thy  promised  graces 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft.. 

10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  fell  defpair,  ' 

Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
That  bieued  hand  which  broke  the  {hark,     ~ 

Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXIIL     SicsndParu 

Gad  cur  portion  here  and  hereafter, 

$,  i   jT^  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
\J   Ivly  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  rnc  up  j 
When  finking  in  defpair  * 

2  Thy  coun'feis,  Lord,  {hall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wildernefsw ' 

Thine  hand  conduit  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwcii  before  thy  face. 

2  Were  I  in  heay'n  without  my  God, 

8 T would  be  no  joy  to  me  j 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 

I  long  for  i.jne  but  thee.     ' 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 
And  ileal  2.n6  heart  fnould  faint  ? 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  frren?th  of  ev'ry  faint, 

o  * 

5 -Behold  the  Tinners  who  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence,  die; 
Not  all  tfhe  idol  gods  they  love, 

Can  ia-ve  theai  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee  my  God, 
•■set  employ  ;. 
•  G 


154  PS  A  L  M    LXXIII.  ■ 

My  tongue  ihall  found  thy  works  abroad. 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

?  S  A  L  M.*  LXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  profperitv  of  /inner s  turfed, 

LORD,  what  3  thoughrleis. wretch. was  1^ 
To  mourn,  an  J  murrhur,  and  repine, 
To  fee  the  wi£ked,  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride,  and  robes  of  honor  fhine  ! 

2   Rut  O  th'eir  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  .fan&uary  taught  me  fo  : 
On  (lipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 

A.id  i?ry  billows  roll  below  i 

'3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  jife, 
Til  never  envy  them  again  : 
There  they  may  ftand   with  haughty  eves, 
Till  they  fduage  desp  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fail  they  flee  1 
Jufr.  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  j 
Their  fongs  of Tofteft  harmony 

Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 

5  Now  I  efceem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purcrrafe  with  my  blood  : 
I  ord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  .my  portion,  a<id  m'y  God  ! 

PSALM     LXXIII.     Short  &e*f* 

The  myflery  of  provi-er.ee  unfel  V  ;. 
I   QUR.K  there's  n  ri-hfous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
•  Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud,  . 
And  mep  of  grace  complain, 


2     I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools,  with  fcornful  eyes 

In  robes  of  honor  fhine. 

[3     Pamper*  d  with  wanton  eafe 
Their  &eili  looks  fall  and  fair  ; 

Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas# 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Frcz  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
Which  pious  fouls  endure, 

Through  all  their  lire  opprefHon  reign?, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  imp'ous  tongues  blafpheme 
The  everlainng  God  : 

Their  malice  blafis  the  good  man's  name* 
And-fpreads  its  lies  ab;oaa.   • 

6  But  I,  with  flowing. tears, 
Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  : 

*s  Is  there  a  God  who  fees  or  he^rs 
"  The  things  below  the  fides  ?'*]  1 

7  The  tumults  of  i  *  /  thoughts 
Held  me  in  hard  fuip'enfe, 

'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  julice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with,  light  and  powY  - 

Old  my  miftakes  amend.; 

I  vievv'd  the  linners1  life  before, 

•  But  here  I  learnt  their  end, 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fleep 
The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ! 

And  O  that  dreadful  f?ry  deep 
Which  waits  their  fall  below  1 
O   2     ♦ 


i5£.  PSAL  M    LXlilW 

10     Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow  ; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 

And  all  my  pcw'rs  are  thine. 

PSA.L  M    LXXIV. 


'  Wwk,G, 


The  church  pleading  wit?)  God  under  fire  per- 
fection* 

God  for  ever  eaft  us  off  I 
wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Aeainft  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  botlght 
With  their  Redeemers  blood  ; 

Nor  1#  thy  Sion.be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  ftood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte, 
Aloud  our  ruin  cal/s  ; 

See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  faag 
Thy  foes  profanely  roar  ; 

Cve^thy  gates  their  e&dg&s  hang, 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 
They  t^ar  thy  buildings  down, 

And  he  who  deals  the  heav'eft  ilroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  def!rgyt 
Thy  children  in  their  neft  ; 

Cstne,  let  us  burn  at  once  (they  cry  J 
TiJg  tcmpL  and.  the  priefi* 


PSALM    XXXIV.  is-y 

7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs# 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  graca, 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

J]  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes* 

But  all  the  feers  mourn  ; 
There's  not  a  foul  amongft  us  know» 

The  time  of  thy  ieturn. 

P    A    U    S    E. 

9  Bow  long,  eternal  God,  how  long* 
Shall  men  of  pride  blafpfceffie  ? 

Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong* 
And  bear  immortal  £hame  f* 

10  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 

And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  with-hold  thine  hand  f 

il  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  hail  thou  (hoWl 

In  "ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  ownf 

No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fe% 
By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 

To  make  thy  tribes  a'wond'rous  way^ 
*  And  then  fecure  their  flight* 

1 3  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine  t 
The  darknefs  and  the.  day  ? 

Didft -riot  thou  bid  the  morning  £hL*iS, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  <say  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  p-  w'r  fc  ff  f0^ftj 
"And  let  the  earth  k's  !   .  .    ■.   . 


rS8  PSAL  M    LXXV. 

With  fummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  pepet'al  rounds  ? 

\$    And  fliall  the  fans  of  earth  and  duft 
That  facred  pow'r  biafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand  which  form'd  them  fir/ft, 
Avenge  , thy  iajur'd  name  ? 

1 6  Think:  on  the  Cuv'nant  thou  hall  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade, 

And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

37   Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  bloody 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  ; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 

And  give  thy  children  rcir. 

PSALM    LXXV. 

Power  and  government  from.  God  alone. 

Applied  to  the  glorious  revolution  in  America^ 
July  4th  1776. 

1  t  I'^O  thee,  molt  holy,  and  mod  high, 

J[     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  hand  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

2  America  wa's  doom'd  a  Have, 

Her  frame  diflblv'd,  her  fears  were  great  ; 
When  God  a  right'ous-  council  gave, 
To  bear  the  pillars  of  the  ftate. 

3  They  from  thy  pow's  receiv'd  th^ir  own, 
And  fware  to  rule  by  wholelome  jaws  ; 
Thy  foot  fhall  iread  opprelTors  down, 
Thy  arm  d&fend  the  right'ous  caufe*. 


PSALM    LXXVI.  *59 

4  Let  haughty  Tinners  link  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornfui  head  : 
But  lay  their  fooiiih.  thoughts  afide,. 

And  own   the  pow'rs  which  God  hath.  made*. 

5  Such  honors  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow  ; 
'Tis  God  the  Judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  who  lays  another  low.  _ 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  chain  us  to  a  tyrant's  throne  y 
God,  &he  great  Sov'reign  of  the  earth, 

Shall  criiih  ufurpers  with  his  frown. 

[7  His  hand  holds. out  the  dreadful  cur> 
Of  veng'ance,  mix'd  with  var'ous  plagues, 
And  makes  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 
Wring  out,  and  tafte  the  bitter  dregs. 

8  Now  (hall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft, 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud,.    - 
And  lavs  their  glory  in  the  dull, 
Our  lips  fhall  ling  his  praife  aloud.] 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXVI, 

Ifrael  faved^  and  the  AfTyrians  defircyed\.  or, 
Godss  vengeance  again fi  his  enemies  proceeds 
from  his  Church, 

1  |N  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  \. 
|_     His  name  in  Ifr'el  great  5 

In  §ale?n  Mood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Sion  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  5 

There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  complaints^ 
Againit  their  haughty  foes, 


l6o  r  8  A  L  M     LAX VI. 

3  From  Sion  went  his  dreadful  ward 
And  broke  the  threatening  fpear, 

The  bow,  the  arrows  and  the  fwoid, 
And  crufh'd  th'  AjTyr'an  war. 

4  What  are  the  eafth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 
But  mighty  hills' of  prey  ? 

The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  djtflls 
Is  glor'ous  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  SiorCs  King  who  ftop'd  the  breath 
Of  captains  and  their  baxids  : 

The  men  of  might  flept  fad  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
Both  horfe  and  char'ot  fell  : 

Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  veng'ance,  who  can  teli  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  (land  before  thy  fight 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  r 

Then  heav'n  (bines  round  with  dreadful  light  j 
While  earth  lies  Hill  and  fears.^ 

8  When  God,  in  his  own  'fov'rcign  ways' 
Comes  down  to  fave  th'  opprcil, 

The  wrath  of  man  mall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

[9  Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring, 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  : 
His  terror  (hakes  the  proudeft  kin.-, 

And  cuts  an  army  down. 

10  The  thunder  of  his  (harp  rebuke 

Our  Haughty  foes  fhajj  fed  ; 
For  Jac;b's  God  hath  not  fprfa 

£ut  J, v..::  ia  Sun-GRXk,] 


P  S   A  L  M    LXXVII.  *|fe 

PSAL  M     LXXVII.    FkJlPart, 

Mslancholly  a/faulting y  and  hope  prevailing, 

1  r*j~^Q  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice^ 

I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  day,  when  troubles  rofe, 
And  fill'd  the  night  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  rfights* 
JVly  foal  refus'd  relief-; 

I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife^ 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  oppreft9i 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 

My  God,  thy  wrath  forbad  my  reft* 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake  ! 

4  My  overwhelming  for  rows  grew: 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 

Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er* 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  timesy 
When.  1  beheld  thy  face  ; 

My  fpirit  feareh'd  for  fecret  crimes 
Which  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  1  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind 
Which  I  enjoy 'd  before  : 

And  will  the  Lord  ho  more  be  kind  h 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

_7r  Will  he  forever  caft  me  ofF  ? 

His  prornife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  Iqye  ? 

Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  r* 

§  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought^ 

This  dark defpairing  frame*. 


1 62  PSALM    LXXVII. 

Rememb  ring  what  thy  hartd  hath  wrought  j 
Thy  hand  is  fliil  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  ail  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er  ; 

Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  Hefh  could  help,  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwells  with  ju&fce  on  the  throne, 
And  men  who  love  i\r/  word 

Jiave  in  thy  fsnctuary  known 
The  counfcr.  of*the  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXVII.     ScccndPart. 

Com'ort  derived  from  ancient  prorAdenccs  :  or, 
ifrael  delivered  fr9m  K^?tt  and  brmght  to 
Canaan, 

1  "   J-JOW  awfal  is  %  Chaining  rod  l» 
cs  ^11   (Ma>  *y  own  children  fay) 

The  great,  the  vvi-c,  the  dreadful  God  » 
"  how  holy  is  his  wif  \ 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old  • 
^  he  King  who  reigns  above/ 

I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told 
And  learn  to  truft  his  lo/e.       ' 

3  Long  did  the  houn.  of  JofakJ* 
With  Egypi's  yoke  o'pprcft ; 

Long  he  deiay'J  to  hearth  »ir  cry. 
Nor  gavq  hu  •  ccple  reft. 

4  The' /bos  of  good  old   Jafa  fctai»j 
Aoaadon  d  to  tlieir  i'oz.  : 

ISuthis  almighty  arm  redeem  \J 
The  na..  a  wkkti  h,  c~j;b. 


PSAL  M    LXXVIH.  '  163 

5  If? el  his  people  and  his  fheep, 
■    Mull  follow  where  he  calls  ; 

lie  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And  made  \h^  waves  their  wails. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God  • 
The  waters  faw  thee  come  ! 

Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room.  5 ' 

7  Strange  wis  thy  journey  thRough  the  feay 
Thy  foolfteps, .Lord,  unknown  !■ 

Terrors  attend  the  wond'fous  way 

Which  brings  thy  mercy  down. 

fS  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 
Thro*  clouds  and  darfcnefs  broke  ; 

AU  heavm  in  lighting  ihone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  {hook:. 

9  Thme  arrows  through  the  fky  were  hurl'd-!" 
Bow  sfh>r'ous  is  the  Lord  ! 

Surprife  and  trembling  feij'd  the  world, 
And  humbled  faints  ador'd, 

10  He  gave;  then  water  from  she  rock  5 
AndXafe,  by  Mofed  hand 

Thro'  a  dry  defart  led  his  Heck 
*    Home  to  the  promij'd  land.] 

PSALM     LXXVIII.     FlrJlParU 

"Providences  of  God  recorded  \  or,   P'c-iis'educa- 

Uon  and  m$ru£tiH  of  Children.     ■ 
I   T     ET  children  hear  the  miohiy  deeds', 
\jj    Which  God  perfo-rn'd  of  old  ; 
.Which  in  our  ve:.m^r  yecrs  we*  faw,. 
Ana  which  our  fathers  told. 


*<>4     '      r  S  A  L,  M    ■LXXVlIIi 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  knowr^ 
HLs  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  : 

And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thro*  ev'ry  rifmg  race. 

3  Our  lips  fhall  tell  them  to  our  fon«, 
And  they  again  to  theirs,  < 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs, 

4  Thus  fhall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  fecurely  flands, 

Thut  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works 
But  praelice  his  commands, 

PSALM     LXXVIll.     Second  Part. 

Ifrael's  rebellion  and  punijbment  ;  or,   Tks  fiUt 
and  chaftifements  of  God's  people, 

1  f\  WHAT  a  {tiff  rebeil'ous  houfe 
\Jr      Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 

Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folemn  vofffs, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'oant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  cefoife, 

forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  e^res. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 
From  his  revenging  hand  : 

What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  faightj 
Spread  o'er  the  frubborn  land  ! 

4.  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  Tea, 
And  marck'd  in  fafety  through, 

With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way* 
•Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe., 

I 


P5ALI    :LXXVI1I.  its 

&  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Cornpos'd  of  (hade  and  light  ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  melt'ring  cloud, 

A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thi.rfl:  fupply'd  % 
The  gufhing  waters  fell  j 

And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide^ 
A  con  Iran  t  miracle  ! 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  moil  high, 
And  dar'd*diftru(t  his  hand  ; 

Can  he  with  hrw.d  our  heft  fupply, 
Amidji  this  defer t  (and  f 

8  The  Lord,  with  indignation  heard, 
And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  •> 

His  terrors  ever  ftand  prcpar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXV1II.     Third  Part. 

T7?e  punijhmeni  of  luxury  and  intemperance  ;  or, 
Chajiifement  and  Ja  hat  ion.    ■ 

1  1ITHEN  ifed  fins,  the  Lord  reproves, 

VV      And  fifli  ^ie^r  hearts  with  dread, 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves. 
And  fends  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  iib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  treasures  known  ; 

He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
"  To  pour  provision  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r 
Lav  thick  around  their  feet ; 

The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  vo  pure, 

As  tfeo'  'twere  angels'  meat* 
F 


i65-         PSALM    LXXVnt. 

4  But  they  in  murm'rin^  language  faidt 
*•  Manna  is  all  cur  rea  •, 

M  We  loath  (his  lig-ht,  this  airy  bread  ;* 
"  We  muft  have '  fl tih  to  tafte." 

5  <c   n  y&4#  fetf  ffejb  to  pleafe  your  luji? 
The  Lard  in  wrath  repiy  "d  ; 

And  lent  them  quad's  like  land  or  duft, 
Heap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide. 

6  He  gave,  them  all  their  own  defire  > 
And  greedy  as  they  fed, 

His  vengeance  burnt  with  iecret  Hre, 
And  (mote  the  rebels  dead. 

j  When  fome  were  ilain,  the  reft  returned, 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  : 

Under  the  rod  t&ev  fear'jj  and  mourn'd, 
But foori  forgot  their  fears* 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgaye, 

'  fill  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nation  he  refpfr-'d  to  fave 

PoiIefs?d  the  promis'd  land* 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXVIIL     Fourth  Part. 

BackJJlding  and  forgivenefs  ;  or,  Sin  punijkedt 
and  faints  faved. 

1  f^  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove, 
VjT.By  turns,  thine  anger  and"  thy  love? 

There,  in  a  giafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  Efow  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

'I  he  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  powV,  nor  truit  his  grace. 


YSAL  M    LXXX.-  I67 

2  The  Lcr$l  confam'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travek  long  and  vain  ; 
A  ted'ous  march,  thtoug'h  unknown  ways, 
Wjore  out  their  ftrength  and-  fpent  their  days. 
4.  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  {lain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  j 
Cali'cT  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  Gcd. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  yows  before  him  rife 

As  flatt'ring  words  or  folema  lies, 

While  their  rebeil'ous  tempers  prove  I 

Falfe  to  his  covenant  and  his  !ove. 
» 

6  Yet  did  his  fov'ro'gn  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  not  tcicrvJd  to  live,; 
His  angei  oft  away  be  turn'd,. 

Or  e'ife  with  gentle  fiame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefli  was  weak  and  frai!? 
He  faw  temptation  full  prevail  : 

The  God  of  Jhr'ham  iov'd  them  (till, 
•And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXX. 

The  chufctis  prayer  under  affiinion  ;  or,  7%e 
vineyard  of  God  wajied.^ 

GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  ifraeU 
Who  did'it.  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  thro*  the  defartand  the  deep. 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defart  now  ; 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We'lhall  heTav'd,  and  rgh  no  more  J 
JP  2 


us  r    b   A    ^   iVl'    i.AA*- 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'^'y  noils  obey9 
-  How  long  (hall  we  larpent  and  pTay  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  ihatt  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4.  Inftead  of  wine. and  chearful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  refto/e  ; 
We  (hall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  uo  more  ! 

Pause.    I. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted,  with  thine  handsa 
A  lovely  vine  in  Heathen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreadins;  branches  moot  ; 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ? 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine>  that  lovely  tree  I 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defae'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  I 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join  j 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine  ! 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 

Nor  '<ec  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn-; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reiiore  ; 
We  ibail  be  iav'd,  and  hgh  no  more  ! 

Pause     II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack'd  in  vain  bv  all  its  foes, 

'  r.'ll  the  fair  Branch  of  Promlfc  rofe.       . 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordainM  of  old  to  moot 
From  David's  fta  •"  >or. 


P  S-  A  L  M    LXXXI.  169 

Himfelf  a  noble  vine,  and  we 
The  leiTer  branches  of  the  tree. 

'  11  'Tis  thy  own  Son  !  and  he  (h all  fhndr 
Girt  with  thy  tirength,  at  thy  right  hand  : 
Thy  fir&'born  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleft 

^With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry  ; 
Shind  onthy  churches,  left  they  chey 
Turn  us  to  thee,*  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  iav'd  and  figh  no  more  f 

PSALM    LXXXL- 

The  ■Wdrnin^s  of  Gbd  to  his  people  ;  or.  Spiff* 
tual  blejjings  and  punijhments, 

1  Q ING  to  the  Lord^  aloud, 
k5     And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 

God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour-God, 
Let  7/rV/hear  his  voice, 

2  cc  From  vile  idolatry 

"  Preferve  rny  worfhip  clean  y 
"  I  am  the  Lord* who  fet  thee  (tzg'    . 
"  From 'flavery  and  fin, 

3  C£  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad,/ ■ 
And  I'll  fupply  them  well  ; 


"  But  if  you 'will  refufe  vo^i  v 


"  If  IJVel  will  rebel  j 


4     "I'll  leave  the-,  fcith  the  Lm% 
*c.To  their  own  l.ufts  a  prv  , 

■  let  them  run  the  dangVous  road 
4*  'Tis  their  own  chofen  wjy, 

5..   45  Yet.  O!  that  ail  nv^  fai  /; 
4:5  WquIJ  hearken  to  mv  voice  ! 


i/o  P  S  A  L  M    LXXXII^LXXXIII. 

"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6     "  While  I  deftroy'd  their  foes, 
64  I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 
<c  And  they  mould  tafte  the  ftream  which  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM    LXXXIL 

God  the  fupr erne  Governor  ;  or,  Magijiratts 
warned, 

1  \    MONG  th'  affemblies  of  the  great, 
/x,   A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat, 

The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  whv  fupport  th'  unright'ous  caufe  ? 
When  will  you  once  defend  ia^  poor, 
That  finners  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know, . 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  j 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  mall  fall  and  die  like  men, 

4  Arife,  O  T.orc,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge.,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM    LXXXI1I. 

A  complaint  againjl  perfecutors. 
I        AND  will  the  God  of  grace 

fm\m     Perpet'al  filence  keep  ? 
The  G^d  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  veng'ance  fleep  ? 


P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIV.  171 

2  Behold,  what  curfed  fnares 
The  men  of  mi  (chief  fpread  ! 

The  men  who  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head, 

3  Againfl  thy  hidden  ones 
Their  counfels  they  employ, 

And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the  hafe 
Into  thy  paftures  leap  : 

The  lion  and  the  frupid  afs 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  (beep. 

5  "  Come,  let  us  jojn,  they  cry, 

"  To  toot  them  from  the  ground, 
"  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
w  Nor  mem  Vy  fhall  be  found." 

6  Almighty  God  awakes, 
And  calls  his  wrath  to  mind  ; 

Gives  them,  like  forefts  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 

1     Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  them  feek  thy  name  ; 

Or  d(e  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

S     Then  fhall  the  nations  know 
That  glor'ous  dreadful  word, 

Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord, 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIV.    Firft  Part. 

The  plea  fur  e  of  public  vjor/kip, 
I  "     TOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
XjL  O  Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  are ! 


171*        PSA'L  M    LXKXIV,} 

With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  A'  afiembiies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  fle/h  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  cut  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  Kir. g  !  why  mould  1  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  youns  provides  a  neft  ; 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  V 

4  Blefr  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  of  majtfty  ; 
Thy  brighteft  glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praiie  and  Jove, 

5  Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  the^  behold  thy  gentler  ra*  s. 
And  feek  thy*  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  kt 
To  find  the  way  to  Shnh  gate  ; 

|  >d  h  their  ftrength  ;  and  through  the  road 
i    cy  lean  upon  .their. helper,  God. 

jrChearful  they  walk  with  growing  flrengfh, , 

'Tiii  ail  (hall  meet  in  heav'ri  at  length  ■ 

'Till  all  before  thy  face  ai  -car, 

And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

PSALM      LXXXIV.      Second  Part. 
Go  I  and.  h:s  C/jurcZ,  ;   or,   Grace  and  dory. 
r'%  KKA  i    God  attend,  while  Tion  Ghgi 

t  h 
L*Cc  rdii 


PSALM    LXXXIY.  171: 

%  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace  I 
f$ot  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'ry. 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

■7  God  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  day  ! 
God  is  our  fhield  !  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  tn'  aflaults  of  hell  and  fin5. 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within, 

j,  All  needful  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  with-holds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King  !  whofe  fov'reign  fway^ 
The  glorious  hods  of  heav'n  obey, 
ftjid  devils  at  thy  prefence  $ee  ; 
Sleft  is  the  man  whq  trulls  in  thee, 

PSALM    LXXXIV.     Paraphrafed. 

Delight  in  ordinances  of  worjhip  ;  or,  God  pi* 
jent  in  his  churches. . 

MY.  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  reforts  I 
Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fruiting  face, 
Tho'  in  his  earthly  courts. 

There  the  great  Monarch  of-  the  fkies 
His  faving  powY  difplay?^ 
ind  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
D;rfcends  and  fills  the  place, 
VThiie  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  loye3 
And  (beds  abroad  his  erace, 


i74  PSALM    LXXXlV. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will  ; 

Still  we  will  feek  thy  mercy  there, 
.    And  fing  thy  praifes  ftill. 

Pause. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 

When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

'  6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 
And  fufrVrs  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me  like  the  fparrow  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  wnere  J  love  ! 

y  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ 'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  F-ord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 
While  Jefus  is  within, 

Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  fin  ! 

9  Coulf*  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
And  the  more  boundiefs  fea, 

For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right-hand, 
;,  I'd  give  them  both  away. 

P  S    \  L  M     LXXXIV. 

Longing  for  the  houfe  of  Godf 

I   T    ORD  of  the  worlds  ab     e, 

L/     iiow  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  i 


PSA  L  M.     LXXXlVi         171 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm xieii res j 
To  fee  rriy  God* 

j.     The  fparrow  for  her  voung 
With  pleafure  feeks  a  rieii  : 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reit  j 

My  fpirit  faints 

Wuh  equal  zealj 

To  rife  and  dwell        v 

Among  thy  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls  who  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  h*ppy  men  who  pay 
Their  conftant  fen/ice  there  ! 

They'praife  thee  itill  5 
And  happy  they 
Who  Tove  the  way 
To  Sion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  flrength  to  ftrcngth 
Thro*  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  : 

O  glorious  feat, 

When  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet  ! 

Pause. 

$     To  fpend  one  facred  day 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  jpy         ' 
Than  thoufaiid  days  befide  j 


iqh         PSAL  M    LXXxfV. 

Where  God  reforts 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 
Than  (nine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  bleflings  thence  j 

He  mall  beftow 
On  Jacob's  race 
PecuPar  grace 
And  glory  toe. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
His  hand  ho  good  with- holds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves^ 
From  pure  and  pious  iouls  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 

P  J5  A  L  M     LXXXV.     Pirj!  Part. 

Waiting  for  an  an  fiver  to  prayer  5  or,  Deliver- 
ance begvn  and  compleated, 

LORD,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind 
Thou  haft  revers'd  o^ir  heavy  doom  : 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifrel  fmn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fct  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falyation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
AnJ  let  thy  faints  ia  thee  rejoice  ; 


S  A  L  M  LXXXY.  LXXXVI.  1J7 

Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 
4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God,  will  fay  5 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace  j 
But  ht  them  run  no  more  affray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe, 

PSALM    LXXXV.     Second  Part. 

Salvation  by  Chri/i. 

1  QALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

j3    fhe  fo^s  who  fear  and  truft  the  Lord; 
And  grace  defcending  from  on  high 
Frefh  hopes  of  .glory  fhall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 
Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n! 
By  his  obed'ence  fo  complete, 

Juftice  is  pleas'd,  2nd  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  fh'all  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  infl'ence  bk-fs  the  ground 
^sjn  our  Redeemers  gentle  r^ign. 

4  His  right'oufhefs  is  gene  before, 
To  give  us  free  aoeefs  to  God  ; 

'Our  wand'ring  feet  (hall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  Steps,  and  keep  the  road, 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXXVI.. 

A  general  Jong  cf  praife  to  God. 

I      A    MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
X"X  There's  none  hath  pow'r  drying  j 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  w©rks  like  thine, 

Q 


,7g         PSALM    LXXXVII. 

2  The  nations  thou  hdl  made,  {hall  bring 
Their  ofFHftgs  round  thy  throne  : 

Jor  thou  alone  do  ft  wond'roub  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alofie. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 
Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 

And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  fong 
Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 

How  by  thy  grace  ray  finking  foul 
Role  From  tne  deeps  or  hell. 

PSALM     LXXXVTL 

¥hl   church  the  birth-place  of  the,  faints  ;  or9 
Je  w  and  Gehti)  es  united  in  ike  chnjuan  church. 

2.    O  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lavs 
'   \JJ  Foundation,  for  his  heav'nly  praife  I 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ftM  in  Zic-n  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 

Which  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  deli^htfu'  flay. 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  Whit  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  arc  of  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God    below, 

Thy  fame  (hall  lyre  and  Egyj*  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Wyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  ther-  begin   their  I've?  anew  : 
An?e'?  and  men  fliall  jo.n  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 


PSALM    LXXXIX.  m 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives,  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  or  nourifVd  there. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     Fir/1  Part. 

The  covenant  made  with  Chrijl  \  or,  Thi  trui 
David. 

i  T^OR  ever  ihall  my  fens  record 

j|y     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  : 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  ftand' 

Like  heav'n,  ertabiiih'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  bon,  he  Avare.  and  faidj 
c4  With  thee  my  cov'na nt  ririf.  is  made^ 
4i  In  thee  (hail  dying  firmtrs  live, 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

<3  tc  Be  then  my  J^ronbret,  ;h:ju  my  PrieRj 
*4  Thy  chiidVenfhajd;j>e  ever  b;u!  j, 
*■-   Thou  art  my  chpfen  \Ln\±  ;  thy  throng 
*4  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own.    ' 

4  "  There's  none  of  all.  my  Jons  above 
*'  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  : 

"  Celeit'a!  pow'is  thy  (objects  are, 

*;  Then  what'  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  "  Davids  my  fervanty  whom  I  chofe 
•C4  To  guard  my  flock,  to  cruili  my  foesj 
?c  And  rais'd  him  to  itieJHoiJb  throne9 
"  Was  hut  a  iliadow  of  my  Son.5' 

6  Now  ht  the  church  rejoice  srsd  fing- 
Tefus  her  Saviour  and  her  Ki.n£  ) 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  ihow  I 
And  iaints  declare  his  works  below  *~ 

Q  3 


aSo  P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIX. 

PSALM  LXXXIX,  FirfiParf.  ConuMit. 

The  faithfulnefs  of  God. 

1  li  /TY  never- ceaung  fongs  (hall  fhow 
xVJL   The  mercies  of  the  Lord  $ 

And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  rirm  as  heav'n  endure  :    • 

And,  if  he  fpeajc  a  promife  once, 
Th1  eternal  grace,  is  Aire. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  "Jewlfi  throne  ! 

But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feai'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  This  feed  forever  (hall  poiTefs 
The  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 

The  meaneft  fubject.  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  lord  God  of  Hdfts,  thy  wond'rous  ways 
Are  fung  by  faints  above, 

And  faints  on  earth  thVir  honors  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

?SAL  M     LXXXIX,     Second  ParU 

The  power  and  majejly  of  God ;  or,  Reverential 
- 

1  \*17^^  rcy'rence  let  the  f.iints  appear, 
V  V     And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 

H's  hieh  commands  with  rev'rence  hear. 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thv  glories  he  ; 
How  blight  thine  argues  £;::;5  I 


P  S  AL  M    LXXXIX.  xSi 

Where  is  the  pow'r  which  vies  with  thee  $ 
Or  truth  c^mpar'd  to  thine  r 

i  The  Northern  pole  and  Southern  re£ 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
DarWefs  and  day  from  Eaji  to  /7^/f 

Move  round  at  thy  command., 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul^ 
t  And  rule  the  bmit'rous  deep  ! 

Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  biiiows  roll, 
The  rolling  biiiows  iieep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  Tea  are  thines 
And  the  dark  world  of  heil  ; 

How  did  thine  arm  in  veng'ance  fhine 
When  Egypt  diirft  rebel  ! 

6  Ju'ice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne  % 
Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  j 

While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX.     Third  Pari. 

A  blejfed  gofpeU 

BLEST  are  the  fouU  who  hear  and  know* 
The  gofpei's  joyful  found  ; 
Peace  fhalJ  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  iurround. 

%  Their  joy  (hall  bear  their  fpirits  u-pj 

Thro*  their.  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  right'oufnefs  exalts  rheir  nope, 

Nor  fatan  dares  condemn. 

j  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence? 
Strength-  and  falyathm  gives  :' 

Q.3 


*8a  P  S  A.L  M  'LXXXIX. 

IjVeU  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives  I 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     Fourth  Part. 

ChriJTs  mediatorial  kingdom  ;   or,  His  divine 
and  human  nature, 

1  TJEAR.    what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 

JL     And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
<c  dinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
<c  On  my  almighty  Son." 

2  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofc 
Among  your  mortal  race  ! 

His  head  my  holy  oil  o'errlows, 
The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 

3  High  mail  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 
My  people's  better  King  ; 

My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  ftiil  new  fuhjedts  bring, 

4  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way,. 
With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 

Wiiile,  in  my  name,  thro*  earth  and  fea, 
He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God,     • 
He  mall  forever  own  ; 

Call  me  his  Rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  fupport  my  bon. 

6  My  fixft  born  Son  array 'd  in  grace*. 

At  *3iy  right  hand  (hall  fit  ; 
beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
And  Monafchs,  at  his  fee*. 

7  My  cov'nant  ftahds  forever  falf,, 

prdmifes  arc  ftron  >  -, 


PSAL  M    LXXXlX.  183 

Fism  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  ihail  lad, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 

PSALM    LXXXlX.    Fifth  Pari. 

*£he  covenant  cf  grace  unchdngeabh ;  or,  Ajjik* 
tion  without  rejection, 

1  \TET  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race,, 

The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  graces    ' 
And  tempt  mine  anger  down. 

2  Their  fins  I'llvifit  with. the  rod3 
And  make  their  folly  fmart  ; 

But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  he  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 
But.  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 

And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 
And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 

To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race, 

5  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rile. 
And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea  ; 

Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fides 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  which  rules  the  night-, 
His  kingdom-  {frill  endure  ;   ■ 

Til]  the  ftVd  laws  of  (hade  and  light: 
Bhu}A  be  obferv'd  no  more. 


k  PSALM    LXXTflX. 

F  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX.     Sixth  Part, 
k 

1  *T^|  r  Lord,  nur  mortal  Aate-, 

|\.  a  -  Fate  J 

■  ■    ■  •  ..:a 

tar  _  ..    i  ? 

2  Lord,  white  we  fee  whole  nations Tdiej 
Our  ftefh  and  feme  repine  and  c 

<s  Muft  death  forever  r^ge  and  reign  ] 
"  Or  halt  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? ' 

3  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  jufr  ? 
Are  not  thy  fervarus  turn'd  to  dull  ? 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  ileeping  dull  arife. 

4  That  tjlor'ous  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  th>   word  ! 
Awake  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX.     LcjlPart. 

Life,  death,  and  the  refurrefiicri, 

TH'\TK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man; 
Hcuv  few  his  hours  !  how  fnort  his  fpan  ! 
irt  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  \ 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

%  Lord,  (hall  it  be  forever  fair), 
"   I  he  race  of  mam  was  rmly  made 
*'  For  ucknefs,  forrow,  and  the  duft  X" 


PSALM    XC.  *3£ 

Are  not  thy  farvants,  day  by  day,  ? 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ?■ 

*3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Sona 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  : 
Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord  I 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
-   And  find  a  refurreclion  there. 

4  Forever  blefled  be  the  Lord  ! 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  ; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above. 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wonti'rous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  Amen. 

PSALM   ;XC.     Long  Metre, 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal^ 
A  mounful  fong  at  a  funeral. 
I   HT^HRQ'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  Go  J, 

*J[  Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  ; 
I  High  was  thy  throne,  e?er  heav'n  was  made,, 
t  Or  earth,  thy  humble  footftool,  laid. 

.  2  Long  had  ft  thou  reign'd  e'er  time  began^. 
t.  Or  du-ft  was  faih'on'd  to  a  man  ; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  ihail  endure 
'  When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

'  3  But  man.  weak  man,  is  born  to  die  ; 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 
Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft^ 
Ret  urn  ^  ye  finners,  to  your  diifl9 

[4  A  thoufand  of  our  ye  ,&s  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  isi  thine  account, 


186  P  S  A  L  M    XC. 

Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  Jail  watch  or  ending  night. J 

P  A  u    s    E. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  dream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r  : 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour  : 

[6  Our  age  to  fev'nty  years  Is  fet  ; 

How  fhort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ftate  ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  fiffh  and  groan  than  live. 

c  o 

7  But  O  !   how  of:  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  oar  expected  >  ears  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  : 
We  fear  that  powV  which  ltnK.es  us  dead,] 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  f 
And  kindly  lengthen  our  our  fpan, 

'  T  li  a  wife  Ciie  of  pi 

Fit  us  to  die,  an  J  dwell  with  thee. 

P  o  A  L  U     XC.     FHi  Part.     Com.  Met, 

Man  frail,  and,  God  eternal. 

1  /-%Uil   God.  our  heif)  in  a^es  pail:, 
\J      Our. hope  for  years  ro  come, 

Our  (helter  fro=n  the  ftor  v.y  Diaft, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Un;ler  the  (hadow  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  faintsjiave  dwelt  Secure  j 
Sufficient  is  rhine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fare. 

3  Before  the  h;l!';  Lri  order  i\ 
Or  earth  rcceiy  *  hgr  irame, 


PSALM    XC.  iXf 

ffom'wverlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

.Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  duft, 
w  Return,  ye  fins,  of  men  ; 
ill  nation-  rofe  from  earth  at  firit, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

A  thoufajfd  ages  in  thy  fight 
Are  like  an  ev'nin^  gone  ; 
hpit  as  the  watch  which  ends  the  m'ght- 
Before  the  riling  fun. 

5  The  bufy  trjhes  of  flefh  and  blood. 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares. 
kre  carry'd  downwards  by  the  flo-jd,     - 

And  loir,  in  foil' wing  years. 

Time^  like  an- ever- rolling  ftream, 
Bears  all  it's  fons  away.  ; 
i  ney  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  cp'ning  day. 

Like  flow'rv  fields  the  nations  flahdj 
i.Pieas'd  with  the  morning  light  ; 
*he  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 
fLie  with'ring  e'er  'tis  night.  J 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ! 
■thou  our  guard  while  troubles  lafL 
And  our  eternal  home. 

P    S.  ALM     XC.     Second  Part. 

Xnfirmif.es  and  mortality  the   effecl  of  fin  ;  or, 
Life,  old  age,  and  preparation  for  death 

LuRD,  if  thine  eves  furvey  our  faul:^ 
And  juilice  grow  fevere, 


s5S  PSALM    XC. 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

a  Thine  an^er  turns  our  frame  to  duft  -9 

By  one  often ce  to  thee, 
Adamy  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 

Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  flies, 
A  fable  or  a  fongv; 

Ey  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 
To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 

And  all  beyond  that  (hort  account 
Is  forrcw,  toil  and  pain. 

[5  Our  vitals-,  with  labor'ous  ftrife3 

Rear  up  the  crazy  load  ; 
And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 

Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 

0  let  our  fweet  experence  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne  ! 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  CYt 
T*  improve  the  hours  we  have; 

That  we  may  acl  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM     XC.     Third  Part. 

Breathing  after  heaven, 

1  "O  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  ! 
j\^     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 

How  Ions:  fhall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  abfcnce  from  thy  face  ? 


P  S  A  L  M    XC.  1S9 

2  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrcw  ceafe  ; 

Let  mercy  wipe  away  our  tears, 
And  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow, 
Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 

Then  fhall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  fhall  we  fliine  before  thy  throne 
In  a'il  thy  beauty.  Lord  ; 

And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  undeferv'd  reward. 

PSALM    XC,     Short  Metre. 

7 "be  fra'dty  and  Jbortnefs  of  life 4 

1  T    CRD,  what  a  feeble  piece 

\  j     Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
Which  fcarce  deferves  the  name  I ' 

2  Alas  !  the  brittle  clay 
Which  built  our  body  firft  ! 

And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day 
Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dufh 

2     Our  monents  By  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  flay  ; 
Jul!  like  a  Hood,  our  haity  days 

Are  (weeping^ us  away. 

4.     Well,  if  our  days  ffiiift  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight ; 

We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wtfdonVs  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  Bight, 

5     They'll  waft  us  (boner  o'er 

This  life's  remoefrous  fea  ; 


top  PSALM    XCL 

Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  lhore 
Of  bleft  eternity. 

PSALM     XCI.     FirJiPart. 

Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers, 

1  "f"  T£  who  hath  made  his  refuge,  God5 
JL  X  Shall  ^n^  a  mo^  fecure  abode  ; 

Shall  walk  all  ray  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,    "  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
Ci  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r  ; 

cc  I  who  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 
'*  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
bhall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnarel 
Satan  the  toiler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4.   lull  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood 
(Fr^ni  birds  of  prey  which  feek  their  bleod) 
Under  her  feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

5  If  burnin?  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire, 

God  is  their  lire  ;  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  ihield  them  with  an  healthful  made, 

6  If  vaoours,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rife  thick,. and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
JfrUl  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifr'eli  God  be  there. 

Pause. 

7  What  tho*  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide  I 
At  thy  right  hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd  \ 


PSALM    XCL  191 

^Fhy  God  his  chofen  people  fayes 
Among  the  dead,  amid£  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  knowir. 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pafs'd  ail  the  doors  of  Jacob  by.        ' 

9  But  if   the 'fire,  or  plague,  or  fword9 
[Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  anfosg  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefr* 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  frrey 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire ; 
From  fins  and  forrow  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee* 

PSALM     XCL     Second  Part. 

Protection  from  death,  guard  of  atfgekf  viflsH 
and  deliverance, 

1  "\7"E  &ns  of  men.,  a  feeble  race, 
j[      Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 

Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try,  and  truft  his^care. 

2  No  ill  fhal  1  enter -where  you  dwell  j 
Or,  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 

And  fweep  the  wickea  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raiie  his  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 

To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  deepf 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4.  Their  hands  ihall  bear  you,  left  you  hl\ 
And  dafh  againit  the  ilones  | 
K  2 


iqz  PSALM    XCII.  . 

Are  they  not  fervants,  at  his  call, 
And  fent  t'  attend  his  Tons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  {hall  tread  ; 
The  tempter's  wiles  deft  at  ; 

He  who  hath  broke  the  feroent's  head. 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  C(  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 
"  I'll  fave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 

*5  Pll  bear  their  joyful   fouls  above 
Deftru&ion  and  the  fword. 

7  u  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call  3 
"  In  trouble  Pil  be  nigh  ; 

<c  My  pow'r  mail  help  them  when  they  fall, 
cc  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe  who  on  earth  my  name  have  known 
"  I'll  honor  them  in  heav'n  ; 

tf  There  my  falvation  fhall  he  mown, 
V  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n. 

PSALM     XCII.     Fir  (I  Part. 

A   Dfalm  fir  the  Lord's  Day. 

SWEET  is  It,  mv  Gad,  my  Kmg  ! 

f0  pi  e,g*vet$unks  ani  un^* 

To  H"  -  'ove-'by  nr|  h> 

And  talk  of  all  th'-  trath  at  nu.ht  ! 

2  S  "eet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft  ; 
Mi  mortal  cares  mall  feize  my  breaft  5 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David  i  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  Mv  heart  mail  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bisfs  his  works,  and  bicfe  ms  wo.d  | 


PSALM    XCIL  m 

Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  tney  fhine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels  1  how  divine  I 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live  !  like  brutes  they  die  I 
Like  grafs  they  Sourifh,  /till  thy  breath. 
Blaft  them  in  ev^rlailing  death  1 

5  But  I  fhall  (bare  a  glorous  part, 
Whenr  grace  hath  -well  rerm*(l  my  iieartj 
And  frem  fupplies  of  joy  are  (hed5 
Like  holy  oil,  to  chear  my  head. 

6"  Sin  (my  wcrft  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  5  ■ 
My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  Hain, 
Nor  fatan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee.  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wifn'd  below  ; 
And  ev'rv  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy, 

P  •'  S  A  L  M     XCIL     Second  PcrU 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  Odd.- 

r  Y    ORD,   'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  £an& 
JL/  ^n  gardens,  piloted  by  thine  hand  ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  Cedar^  frefh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thv  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bleil  with  thy  influence  from"  above  ; 

Not  Lebanon,  wi^h  all  its  trees. 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe* 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  Jive  : 
(Nature  decays,  but  ^race  roufl  thiive) 


194  P  S  A  L  M    XCIII- 

Time,  which  doth  all  things  elfe  impair* 
Still  makes  them  flour ifh  wrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  fiiew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true  : 
None  who  attend  his  gates  mall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM     XCIII.     ift  Metre. 

The  eternal  and  Joverelgn  God, 

1  TEHOVArl  reigns  :  he  dwells  In  light  y 
J    Girded  vyith  majefty  and  might  : 

The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  firft  foundation  i'tands. 

2  But  e'er  this  fpacious  world  was  made3 
Or  had  its  firfr.  foundations  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  aecs  {rood, 
Thy  feif  the  ever -living  God. 

3  Like  3oods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rafre  a  gain  ft  the  fkies  ; 

Vain  flooJs,  which  aim  their  rage  Co  high  ! 
At  tny  rebuke  the  billow*  die. 

4  For  ever  Qiall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
T'iv  prornife  finds  forever  fure  ; 
Aid  everlaftijl^  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwelling  of  thy  grace. 

P  S  A  L  fig     XCIII.     zd  Metre. 

Ch}g"  ; 

TIE  Lord  of  glory  reigns!  he  reignsoii 
riis  robes  o£ttaee  are  ftrength  k  majefty  ; 
This  vi  le  creation  rote  at  his  command  ; 
Built  by  his  word,  and  Ttabliih'd  by  his  hand  ; 


PSALM    XCIIL  195 

Long  Itood  his  throne,  e'er  he  began  creation, 
I   And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2  God  is  ih1  eternal  King  :  Thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebell'on  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  anfe, 

1   And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft.  the  (kies  5 
Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  com- 
motion,, -  (ocean. 
But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcom  the  fwelling 

3  Ye  tempefts  rage  no  more !  ye  floods  beftill  t 
And  the  mad  world  fubmiffive  to  his  will  : 
Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  muft  ever  ftand : 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  1 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  foot-itool,  and  with  fear  adore  him  I 

P  S  A  L  M    XCIIL     3d  Metre, 

1  TT^^   Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

4      And  royal  {rate  maintains* 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  5 
Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  fevVeign  might, 
j\Ahd  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  brv  thy  commands 
The  world  fecurely  (rands  ; 

And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  3 

Thy  throne  was  £x'd  on  high, 

Before  the  ftarry  (ky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord  ! 

3  In  vain  the  noify  crowd, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  joud, 

Againfl  thine  empire  rage  and  roar 


1-9*  PSALM    XCIV„ 

In  vain,  with  angry  fpite, 
The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  daih,  like  waves  againft  the  fkore, 

4.  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  pow'rs  engage, 
Let  f welling  tides  aiTault  the  fay  • 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  mad nefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  forever  iiands  on  high, 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 
There  iix'd,  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove  3  - 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fmg  thine  evei lading  love.. 

PSALM     XCIV.     Fir/}  Part. 

Salnh -  chaftifed,  avd  firmer s  destroyed  \  or,  In- 

Jlruftive  ajfiiR  oris. 
E    ^TT^HE  God  to  whom    revt-nge  belongs 

\      Proclaims  his  wrath  aloud  ; 
His  fov'reign  pow'rs  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
His  juftice  fmites  the  proud, 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears $H 
When, will  the  fools  be  wife  ? 

Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  imp'o-'S  thoughts  are  vain, 
Arid  they  fhill  feel  his  pow'r  5 

His  wra'h  fhall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain. 
In  fome  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  when  thy  faint*  dererve  rebuke. 
Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  \ 


PSALM    XCIV.  197 

Thy  providences  and  thy  book 

t   Shall  make  them  know  their  God, 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 
And  to  his  duty  draw  : 

Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife. 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  c.aftoffhis  faints. 
Nor  his  own  prooiife  break  j 

He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 

PSALM     XCIV.     Second  Part, 

God  our  fupport  and  comfort  ;  or,  deliverance 
from  temptation  and  perfecution*    ' 

1  If  fHO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

W        Agai'iil  my  nurn'rous  foes, 
While  e'irth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  o^oje  r 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 

My'i'fe  had  now  in  fiience  dwelt, 
I   My  foul  amongfl  the  dead. 

|j  Alasx  my  jlidin?  feet  !  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  was  mv  prop  ; 
£Thy  grace  ftodd  conftant  by  my  fi^9 

Thy  fpirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thouahfe, 
Within  my  bofom  roll, 

Thy  bour.dlefs  love  forgives  my  faults 
Thy  comforts  chear  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 
And  frame  pernicious  laws  j 


n%        psa  l  m  xcv; 

But  Go -*,  mv  refuge,  rules  the  flues  j 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud  ; 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff ; 
The  Lord  our  God  will  judge  the  proud. 

And  cut  the  tinners  off. 


P  S  A  L  M    XCV.    Common  Metre, 
A  Pfalm  before  prayer. 

%■  QING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
^  And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 

When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

%  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  feat, 

And  pfalms  of  honor  fing  ; 
The  Lord*s  a  God  of  boundlefs  might. 

The  whole  citation's  Ki- 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angel?  know* 
How  mean  their  natures  feem, 

Thnfe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep^ 
Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand'; 

He  hVd  the  feas  what  bounds  t©  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  mull  ftand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls,  adore, 
Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 

O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 


PSALM    XCV;  199 

&  Now  is  the  time  !   he  bends  his  ear  ; 
KAnd  waits  for  your  requett  j 
Come,  i eft  he  rouze  his  wrath,  and  fwear 
»*'  Ye  ihail  not  fee  my  reft," 

?  S  A  L  M     XCV.     Short  Metre, 

A  Pfalm  before  Sermon. 

¥0   y^|OM£,  found  his  praife  abroad  .j 
\^l     Ancf* hymns  of  glory  fing  j 
Jehovah  is  the  fov*reign  God, 
The  univerfal  King. 

to     He  iorm'd  the  deeps  unknown  5 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
:The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own  : 
And  ail  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
Come^  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 

We  are  his  works,  and.  sot  our  own  ; 
He  for  n'i  us  bv  his  word. 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice  ; 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Gome,  like  the  people  of  his  choice., 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But,  if  your  ears  re-ufe 
The  language  of  his  ^.-race, 

And  hearts  grow  bard,  like  ftttbborn  Jews* 
That  unbelieving  race 

6  The  Lord,  in  veng'ance  dreft, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 

cc  You  who  defpife  my  prem's'd  refl^ 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 


J  soo  PSALM    XCV. 

PSALM    XCV.     Long  Metre. 

Canaan  hji  through  unbeliefs  or,    A  warning 
to  delaying  Jinners. 

1  |^3ME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 

j   to  facrfcd  fort*  of  foiemn  praife  : 
G<H  is  a  f Vreign  King  :  rehearfe 
Us  honors,  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Wno  fram-'d  our  natures  with  his  word  : 
He  is  our  (hep herd  ;  we  the  ftieep 

His  mercy  chafe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day* 
The  counfels  ef  his  love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 

The  fins  and  plagues  which  IjrUl  knew. 

4  Ifr'el,  who  faw  his  works  of  gracea 
Yet  tempt  their  Miker  to  his  face  $ 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
Who  trr  d-  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord, "  How.falfe  they  prove ! 
"  Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  j 

"  Siice  they  dcfpife  my  reft,  I  f  vear 
"  Their  fcet<hall  never  enter  there." 
[6  Look  ^ack,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
A  \ !  view  thole  ancienc  rebels  dead  I  * 
Attend  the  offcr'd  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lofe  the  blefHng  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife,  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Z/Ws  htav'nly  ^ates  • 
Believe,  and  tafte  the  promis'd  reft  • 
Obey,  and  be  torever  bkft.] 


PSA  LM    XCVI.  201 

PSALM    XCVI.    Common  Metre. 

ChrifPs/r/?  and  fecond  coming. 

i  QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diilant  lands, 
]^5  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  ; 

His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 

His  pow'r  the  linking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrcunds  his  throne. 

3  Let  neav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
Joy  thro'  the  earth  be  feen  ; 

Let  cities  fhine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  chearful  green, 

4  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife 
The  iilands  of  the  fea  : 

Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  !  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 
The  nations  as  their  God. 

To  fhew  the  world  his  right'oufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  {hall  raife  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 

H©w  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  iee  their  Judge  appear  r 

P  S  A  L  M    XCVL 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles.   , 

I  T    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife 
1  .J  to  iing  the  choiceft  pfairn  of  praife3 


102  PSALM    XCVII. 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhow, 

And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  5 
The  wondering  nations  read  thy  word  ; 

Thefe  defarts  have  Jehovah  known  : 
Our  worfhip  (hall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made, 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  Iky, 
He  made  the  fhining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there; 
His  beams  are  majeity  and  light  j 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  ! 

His  temple,  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glor'ous  hour  ! 
When  earth  fhali  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  5 
Then  (hall  the  race  of  man  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM    XCVII.     Firji  Part. 

Chrift  reigning  in  heaven  and  coming  to 

judgment. 

HE  reigns ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  5 
Praife  him  in  evangelic  ftrains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  ifiands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  : 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  ; 


PSALM    XCVII.  203 

Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furround, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

,3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes  ; 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  : 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire  f 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay 
Flee  from  the  fight,  and  fnun  the  day  : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high^ 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh  ! 

PSALM     XCVII.     Second  FarU 

Ch rift's  incarnation, 

THE  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
His  birth  ;  the  nation*  k2.n1  his  name  j 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  roai 
Of  Ea/iern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright-armies  of  the  fides, 
Go,  worihip  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 
But  Judah  fhout,  but  Sim  fing, 

And  earth  eonfefs  her  fov'reign  King. 

PSALM     XCVII.     Third  Part. 

Grace  and  Glory,, 
I    FW\W  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

J|      O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fey  ; 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  Veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  trie  mercy- feat, 
S   2 


404  PSALM    XCV1I. 

3   O  ye  who  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  (hame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  ef  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown,   ' 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thor?  glor'ous  feeds  lhall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes, 

4  Rejoice,  ye  right'ous,  and  record 
The  facred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  who  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM    XCVII.     Common  Metre, 

Chrift's  incarnation,  and  the  lafl  judgment 
!    \T£  iflandsof  the  Northern  fea, 
\     Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
His  word,  hice  fire,  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ;    _ 

The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  finher  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  powV  proclaim  * 
The  idol  gods  around 

Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  Uumc, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth, 
Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 

Thus  fhaii  he  com?  to  judge  .the  earthg 
And  angels  guard  his  ;hronc, 


P  g  A  L  M    XCVIir.  205 

5  His  foes  mall  tremble  at  his  %hf, 
And  hills  and  Teas  retire  : 

His  children  take  their  unknown  flight*-- 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire, 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown  : 
For  faints  in  darrknefs  here, 

Shall  rife  and  fpring  in'  worlds  unknown. 
And  a  rich  harveft  hear. 

PSAL  M     XCVIIL    FirJ  ParU 

Pralfe  for  the  gsfpel. 

1  rpO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

New  honors  he  addre(t  : 
His  great  falvation  fhines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 

2  "He  fp'ake  the  word  to  Abram  firil5 
His  truth  fulfils  his  grzce  ;• 

The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  tru&, 
And  learn  his  right'oufnefs. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  d iff  Vent  tongtie^  ; 

And  fpread  the  honors  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fong3. 

PSAL  M    XCVUi:    Second  Peru 

The  MefKaVs  coming  and  kingdo?n,  ' 

1  TOY  to  the  .world  ;  the  Lord- is  come  ! 
J  '  Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  ling* 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  1 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks*  hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

$3 


io6  PSALM    XCIX. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found, 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  right'oufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM     XCIX.     FirftPaft. 

ChrilVs  'kingdom  and  majefly, 

1  *TpHE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

X        Let  all  the  nations  fear, 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  earth  adoe  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  fland, 
Swift  Jo  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 
His  honors  are  divine  ; 

His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known; 
For  there  his  glories  fnine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praife  ! 

Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgments  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM     XCIX.     Second  Part. 

A  hnly  God  werjbtpped  with  reverence* 
XAF/T  the  Lord  our  G'd, 


'E 


And  worihip  at  his  feet  $ 


PSALM     C,  20; 

His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  'Ifr'el  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 

When  Mofcs  cry'd,  when  Sam9 el  pray?d, 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 
Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 

And  oft  he  made  his  veng'ance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whofe  grace  is  frill  the  fame  ; 

Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

P  S  A  L  M    C.     Firft  Metre, 

A  plain  tranfiai'wv.. 

Praife  to  our  Creator, 

1  \7*E  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

J[     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King  j 
Serve  him  with  chearful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  j 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
!The  fiieep  which  on  his'pafrures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy. 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  ybtyr  divine  emplov, 
To  pay  your  thankful  honors  there. 

4.  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace^  his  mercy  fure  -3 


aof  PSAL  M    C. 

And  the  whole  race  of  man  fli all  find 
His  truth  frocn  age  to  age  endure. 

PSAL  M  C.  Second  Metre.  A  Paraphrofe, 

I   OING  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  \ 

O  Let  ev.'ry  land  his  name  adore  ; 
America  fhall  fend  the  noife 
Acrofs  the  ocean  to  the  fhore* 

1  Na-tions  attend  before  his  throne 
With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy  ;  ■ 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  : 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  o^r  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men  : 

And  when,  like  wand'ring  fheep»  we  llray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again; 

4  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What lafting  honors  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

5  We,'ll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  tboufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

jFtrfn  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mjifr  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move, 

PSALM     Ci      Long  Metre. 

7  he  magi  fir  at  e't  pfalm. 

MERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  \ 
And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong* 


PSALM  CT.  209 

My  gracious  God,  my  right'ous  King, 
KTo  tftee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

pt  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  (word, 
I'll  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
JjShall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

13  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  1st  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 
No  wicked  thing  {hall  dwell  with  me 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  (lander,  rage  and  fcrife 
Shall  be  compan'ons  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

£5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  jufl 
To  pofts  of  honor,  wealth  and  truft  ; 
The  men  who  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ft  ill.] 

6  In  vain  mall  Tinners  hope  to  rife 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies  ; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  offender  mar.'t  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  imp'ous  crew,  that  factious  band, 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  j 
And  all  who  break  the  public  jeft, 
Where  I  have  power,  fhall  be  fupprefh 

PSALM     CI.     Common  Metre 

A  pfalm  for  a  qiafter  of  a  family \ 
I    /^\F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  iing, 

V^r  And  pay  my  God  my  vows  5 
Let  grace  and  juilice,  heav'nly  King, 

Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe, 


2io  PSALM    C1I. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair,. 

And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 
To  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 

Which  mall  offend  thine  eyes. 

2  The  man  who  doth  his  neighbor  wrong, 

By  falfhood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 

I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 
And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 

Thefe  are  the  friends  whom  I  (hall  tmfty 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  who  deals  in  fly  deceit, 
I'll  not  endure  a  night  : 

The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 

So  (hall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee.. 

PSALM    CII.    Firjl  Part, 

A  prayer  of  the  affiifted. 

1  T  TEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

IQ      But  anfwer,  left  1  die  : 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear,  when  Tinners  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wafted,  like  the  fmoke, 
Diflblving  in.  the  air  ; 

My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  linking  in  dsipair. 


PSALM    GIL  ail 

My  fpirits  flag,  like  with'ring  grafs. 

Burnt  with  exceflive  heat  ; 
.n  fecret  groans  my  minutes  paft, 
'  And  1  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  feme  lonely  building's  top. 
The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 

*Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 
Where  beafts  of  midnight,  howl  ; 

There  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  fcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 
Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft  : 

While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

My  daily  bread  like  afhes  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  fouls  who  feel  thy  frown  $ 

Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  highj 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  j 
And  life's  declining  light 

Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
Which  vanifh  into  night. 

10  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 

Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  namc^ 
And  ipread  thy  works  abroad* 


H  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fnew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  ch'  ^pointed  hour  of  grace, 

That  long  expected  day. 

12  H«  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry 

And  by  myfter'ous  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 

And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM     CII.     Second  Part. 

Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  rejlored* 

1  T    ET  Zion  and  her  Sons  rejoice, 

1  j     BehGld  the  promis'd  hour  ! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dud  and  ruins  which  remain 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 

Thofe  ruins  fliall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufakmy 
And  (land  in  glory  there; 

Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4.  He  fits  a  Sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 

And  fees  their  lighs  arife* 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death  j 
And  when  his  faints  complain, 

It  /han't  be  faid  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 


PSALM    CII.  213 

This  Mil  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record, 
■feat  a^es  yet  unborn  may  read, 
Andlruft.  and  praife  the  Lord. 

P   S  A  L  M     Clf.     Third  Part. 

Maris  mortality ,  and Chrift's  eternity  :  or,  Saints 
die$  but  Chrifi  and  the  Church  live* 

1  yT  ls  t^ie  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

£  Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race  5 
Difeafe  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  lhort  our  days. 

2  ^pare  us,  O  Lord  !  aloud  we  pray. 
Nor  let  our  fan  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  muft  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midfVof  death  and  grief, 
This  thought  our  forrow  {hall  affuage  : 
**  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

u  Chrifi:  is  the  iame  thro^  ev*ry  age." 

•4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand ; 
This  earth  ptows  old,  thefeheav'ns  fhail  fade, 
.And  all  be  charjg'd  at  thy  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky,  - 
Like  garments,  fiiall  be  laid  afrde  : 

But  Ml  thy  throne  itands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church-  forever  mull  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhail  live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  fiiall  they  furvive, 
And  the  de^d  faints  be  rais'd  a?-ain. 

T 


2,r4  PSALM    CIII. 

PSAL  M    CIII.  Firjl  Fart.  Long  Met 

BleJJing  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body, 

BLESS,  O  my  foul  !  the  living  God  ; 
Call  home  thy  tho'ts  which  rove  abroad  -7 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join, 
In  work  and  worship  fo  divine. 

2  Biefs,  O  my  foul  !  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  higheft  praife, 
"Why  fhould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  who  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  which  nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threatening  graves, 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  5 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  fatisfies  our  mouths  with  good, 
And  nils  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  oppreflbr  and  th*  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fdrT'rers  ttft  : 
JBut  will  his  juftice  more  cifplay 
In  the  la  ft  great  rewarding  c 

[7  His  pow'r  he  fhew'd  by  Mofcs   hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifrcl  his  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations,  by  his  Son.  - 

'.!  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  con  fefs-, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  j 


PSALM    CIII.- 

The  Geniitemih  the  Jew  Sail  join 
In  work  and  wcrihip  (b  divine  ] 

PSALM     CIIL     Sec-mdParl 


tender 


God's  gentle  cba/tljemeni  ;  cr5  Hi. 
to  his  people,   . 

rr^RE  Lord,  how  wcnd'rous  are  his  ways  ! 
1     Hovv  hrm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace  I 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  mates,  hi  kv*awA* 

?;  Not  half  lb  h  :  >  f?read 

The  Harry  he,-   hi  abbVc  out  h- 

As  his  rich  ic 

Exceeds  ;:  z  rai*' 

3  Not  half  To  far  hath  nature  phfc'd 
The  riling  morning  horn  tl 

As  his  forgiving  giace  remc 
The  daily  guik  of  thofe  he  loves, 

4  How  flowly  doth  his  wrath  blife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  : 
And,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
Row  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

\   A  mid  ft  his  wrath  companion  fhines  5" 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins, 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  car  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife 
With  geatk  hands  and  melting  eyes  : 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  frnart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart, 
T  % 


Irt  PSALM    CIII. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juftj 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dull ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  flrength  which  he  beflows. 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blafted  by  ev'ry  wind  which  files  : 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
As  morning  flow'rs  which  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

P  S  A  L  M    CIII.   FWJl  Part.  Short  Metre,. 
Praife  for  jtriritual  and  temporal  mercies, 

1  f\_  Bless  the  Lord,  my  foul  ! 
\J     Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name^ 
Whofe  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfuluefs,. 

And  without  praifes  die. 
2     'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins^ 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  who  heals  thy  ficknefles, 

And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4     He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 

He  who  redeem'd  mv  foul  frorr;  heJU 
Hath  fo '/'reign  pow'r  to  favt;, 


PSALM    CIIL  2*7 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  5 
He  gives  the  iiiff'rers  reit ; 

The  i^ord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juitice  for  th'  oppreft. 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mefis  known  ; 

But  Tent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son, 

P  SAL  M     CIII.     Second  ParU 

Mounding  companion  of  Gsd ;  or,  Mercy  in  th 
midji  of  judgment. 

1  A  /f  "^  ^ou^'  rePeat  n^s  Pra*fe 
lVX     Whofe  mercies  are  (o  great  £ 

Whofe  anger  is  To  flow  to  rife. 

So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  • 
And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt. 

His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes,, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav3ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheil  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow'r  fubdues  our  fins  \ 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  Eaji  is  from  the  Wejt\, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

^     The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  who  fear  his  name. 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  ke\  $ 

He  knows  our  f^bk  frame, 

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2iS  PSALM    cm. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  dully 
Scattered  with  eVry  breath  : 

His  anger,  like  a  riling  wind, 
Can  fend  us  Fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 
Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  ; 

If.  one  fharp  blaft  fvveep  o'er  the  field  j. 
Lt  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endiefs  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find, 
Thy  words  of^promife  fure. 

PSALM     CHI.     Third  Part. 

God's  universal  dominion  ;  or,  Angels  praife 
the  Lord. 

1  *THHE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King* 

I        Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky» 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 

Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ycu  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofls  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works 
Thro'  his  waft  kingdom  fhew 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul.,. 
Shalt  fing  his  graces  too. 


PSALM    CI\r.  a.19. 

P  S  A  L  M    CIV. 

The  glory  of  God  in  creation  and  providence. 
1   "m  /f"Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 

JLVX   When,  cloath'd  m  ms-celeft'al  rays,. 
He  in  fufi  majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

Note.  This  pfalm.msy  be  fung  to  St.  Hellen'3- 
i-J$£  by  adding  the  following  tines  to  each 
Jianza,  viz. 

Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honor  to  his  name  ? 

( Other  wife  it  may  be  fung  to  any    Long  Metre 
tune  ) 

-2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  j. 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed, 
Clouds  are  his  char'ot,  when  he  flies 
Gn  winged  ftorms  a-crofs  the  fides. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  miniiters  are  flaming  fires  ;  f 
And,  fwift  as  thought,  their  armies  move. 
To  bear  his  veng'ance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  bv  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  fhall  forever  ftand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 

Left  it  fhould  drown  the  world  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood,, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood. 
He  thundered,  and  the  ocean  fled,, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  jjillows  know  their  bounc?9 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  j 


220  PSALM    CIV. 

Yet  thence  convey  *d  by  fecret  veins, 

They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  cryftai  fountains  flow  j 
Anil  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go ; 
Tame  heifers  there  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  afles  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees  which  fhade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  :      ^ 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife,  w 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praifs.  , 

Pause     I. 

9  God,  from  his  cloudy  ciftern,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  ihow'rs  \ 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  ihe  field, 

A  thoufand  joyful  bleffings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  grafly  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  var'ous  pow'r, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  mining  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  lhine. ' 

12  O  blefs  his  name,  ye  nations  fed 
With  nature's  chief  fupporter,  bread  : 
While  bread  your  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  your  hearts. 

Pause     II. 

13  Behold  the  (lately  cedar  ftandsj 
Rais'd  in-the  foreft  bv  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fheiter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high, 


PSALM    CIV;  2M 

14.  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot, 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  ;-. 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  5 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beaftsto  hunt  their  prey,, 

1.6  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And,. roaring,  afk  their  meat  from  God \ 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labor  goes  : 
The  nigHt  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet.  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

1.8  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  how  great  thy  fkilU 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  : 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor.  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wond'rous  motions  fwifeor  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  belov/. 

20  There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  way. 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfrers  play  ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan, 
And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  of  man.. 

Pause     III. 
2T    Vaft  are  thy  works,  almrghty  Lord.!" 
All  nature  refb  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  fland 
Waiting  their  portion  from,  thy  hand,. 


222  P  $  A  L  U     CV. 

22  While  each  receives  his  dirPreut  food,. 
Their  chearful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  <-nd  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  difT'rent  forms. 

23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
And  dying,  to  their  duft  return  ; 
Both  man  and  beafi  their  fouls  reftgn  ; 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  can'ft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  j 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  mighty 
Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glor'ous.ways  ! 

The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  hii>  praife 

26  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  j 
Yet  humble  iouls  may  lee  th^  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet  : 
Thy  praifes  fhall  my  breath  emplo}*, 
*Til\  it  expires  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  finners  die  accurfr, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their. duft, 

I  to  my  God.  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

P  S  A  L  M     CV.     Abridged. 
God's  ccnduttto  IfraeJ,  and  the  plagues  «/*Egypt. 
I    f~^\  IVE  thanks  to  God.  invoke  his  name, 
Vj  And  tell  the  world  his  grace  : 


PSALM    CV.  223' 

found  thro'  the' earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
|  That  all  may  feek  bis  face. 

I  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  numerous  ages  paft> 
To  numerous  ages  yet  behind, 

In  equal  force  fhall  lafr. 

5  He  fware  to  Abr'am  and  his  ktd9 

And  made  the  bleiiing  fure  ; 
Gentihs  the  ancient  promife  read, 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  Avail  make  all  nations  b\t% 

(Said  the  almighty  voice) 
*c  And  Canaan's  land  fhall  ie  their  reft, 

"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys.'7 

[5  How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace ! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
'When  they  were  Grangers  in  the  place, 

A  little  feeble  band  ! 

-6  Like  pilgrims  thro'  the  countries  round, 

Securely  they  remov'd. 
And  haughty  kings  who  on  them  frown'd, 

Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  €S  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 
<c  Shall  foon  revenge  the  wrong  ; 

Ci  The  man  who  does  my  prophets  harm3 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong." 

8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  ragey 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 

Ifr'el  muft  live  throy  evry  age% 
And  he  if?  Jllmighiy' [4  care,] 
Pause     I. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  feints, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God  j 


2i4  PSALM    CV. 

Mofes  was  fent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

io  He  calJ'd  for  darknefs  ;  darknefs  came, 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  ftream, 

To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 

11  He  gave -the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 
•  Thro'  the  whole  country  fpread  j 

And  frogs  in  croaking  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Thro'  fields  and  towns,  and  palaces, 
The  tenfold  veng'ance  flew; 

Locuib  in  fwarms  devour 'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  the>r  cattle  flew  ; 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  ftroke 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd  ; 

The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

1 4  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage^ 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 

Ifr'el  ?nuji  live  through  ev'ry  age9 
And  be  thy  Almighty's  care*. 

Pause     II. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 

Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  journeys  right  ; 

Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  ii'ry  guide  by  night. 


PS  A  L  M  -CVI.  n 

57'  They  thirft ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  -flow, 
And  f oil' wing -ftill  the  courfe  they  took, 
"  Ran  aH  the,defart  through. 

18  O  wond'rous  ftream  !  O  blefied  type 
Of  ever- flowing  grace  ! 

I  So  Chrift  our  Rock  maintains  our  life 
Thro'  all  this  wiidernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  hand, 
The  chofen  tribes  poftefr 

Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land  ; 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rags^ 
The  church  renounce  her  fear  5 

Ifr'ei  muft  live  ihro9  ev*ry  age3 
Ana  be  thy  Almighty  s  cars. 

PSALM     CVI.    Firjl  Pari, 

Praife  to  God  5  or^-Csmmunicn  with  faints* 

1  njpO  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft,  • 

J_     Let  fongs  of  honor  be  addreH:  ; 
His  mercy  firm  forever  ftands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands, 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways 
Who  (hall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  I 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  fear  thee  ftiil, 
And  pay  thtir  duty  to- thy  will-. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacobus  race,  thy  chofen  ked  ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  bkfs 
The  meaiieft  fuppl'ant  of,  thy  grace, 

U 


ssS  PSALM'  CVI. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory,  .Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM     CVI.     Second  Part. 

Ihzdpunijked and  pardoned  \  or,  God's  uzshangs< 
able  kve. 

1  df^  OD  of  eternal  love, 

\JJ"     Kow  fickle  are  our  ways  I 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
Thy*conftancy  of  grace  I 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  j 

But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  inurmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 
While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 

Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord, 

And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

■ 

^  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 

And  call'd  them  ftill  his  fons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  ; 

Oft  he  chaftisf'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  whom  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifr'el  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race  ;  * 
And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word, 
Amen  to  all  the  praife. 


P^S  A  L  M"  GVII.  227 

P  S  ALM     CVII.     Firft  Part. 
Ifrael  led  U  Canaan  and  Chriftians  to  Heaven* 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  1 
I    His  mercy  ages  pad  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  ihail  own. 

.  7.  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Jfr'el^  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

[3  When  God's  almighty  arm  had  brokcf 
Their, fetters,  and  thy  Egyptian  yoke,    . 
- .  They  trac'd  the  defart,  wand'ring  round ' 
A  wild  and  'folitary  ground  ! 

4  There  they  could  and  no  leading  rpzd, 
/Nor  city  for  a  fitf'd  abode  ; 

/  Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  aiftiase 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God  was  ^heir  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
Ke  led  their  march  far  wand'ring  round  5 
Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground, 

6  Thus  when  our  firft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defart  \vorld  to  p^afs, 

A  dan^r'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  cloaths  us  all  the  way5 
He  gtfi?es~ou_r  footileps,  left  we  ftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rfu!  Iiand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  beav'nly  land, 

U  2 


2x8  psalm  cvir. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
liow  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  t 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSAL'M    CVII.     Second  Part, 

Correction  for  Jin9  and  releafe  by  grayer. 

S  TT^ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name. 

X;     God  and  his  grace  are  ft  ill  the  fame  : 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  wi:h"foods 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

a  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  fkies, 
If  they  reje£t.  His  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  fhall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs,  and  the  (hades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries. 
He  makes,  the  dawning  light  arife, 

And  fcatters  all  the  difmal  ffofdc; 
Which  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fouling  pris'ncrs  through  ; 
Takes  off  the»load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  LcH  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  \ 
Le;  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praifee 


F  |  A  L  M    CVII.  *** 

PSALM     CVIL     Third  Part. 

Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned;  or,  A  pfalm 
.  for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard. 

I  T  TAIN  man  on  fopliih  pleafures  beat 
y      Prepares  for  his  own  punimment  5 
What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies 
From  luxury  and  luft-arife  ! 

1  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wade  ; 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  ta-ite  X 
'Till  all  his  active  pow'rs  are  loft. 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duir, 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  est, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat  j 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  cpprefl, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  rekas'd, 

4.  Then  how  the  frighted  finners  By 

To  God  for  help,  with  earneft  cry  f 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breaifej 

And  faves  them  from  approaching  death, 

5  No  med'cine  could  efrect,  the  cure 
So  quick,  io  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 

The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 
He  fends  his  fov'reigti  word  and  heals, 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  LonJ3 
And  let  their  thankful  ofPringg  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love, 

PSALM  -CVIL  Fourth  Part.  Long  Mstr 

Deliverance  from  florins  and  jhipwreck  \  cr,  Thg 

teaman's  fong* 

%  IK  TOULD  von  behold  the  works  of  God, 

V  V     ^**s  "wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 


LI 
133  PSALM     C  T. 

Go  with  the  mariners  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  feaJv 

2  They  leave  their  native  fnores  behind* 
And  feize  die  favor  of  the  wind  ; 
'Till  God  commands,  and  tempeib  rife, 
Which  heave  the  ocean  to  the  fides. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain  j 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  (qq19 
And  like  a  fiagg'ring  drunkard  reel  ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs, 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afluage, 
The  fur'ous  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 
*Tis  calm  ;  and  failors  fmiie  to  fee 
The  haven  where  they  wiuVd  to  be. 

6  O  ^nay  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  ofPrings  bring,  . 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fing. 

P  S  ALM  CVII.  Fourth  Fart.  Com.  Met* 

The  mariner's  pfalm. 
j    Jp"|r^£IY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord,  . 

£       Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  fons  of  courage  flball  record  5 
Where  rolling  ocean  fleeps. 

1  At  thy  comman  J  the  winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow*rif)£  waves  ; 
The  men  aftoniiVd  mount  the  fkies, 

And  fink  in  gaping  graves; 


F-SALM     CVII.  stfl 

13  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills3 

Add  piimge  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels,, 

And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roary 
They  pant  with  flutt'fing  breath  5 

And  hopeiefs  of  the-diftant  fhore, 
Expect  immediate  death. J 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries. 5, 
He  hears -the  ioud  requeft  ; 

And  orders  file  nee  through  the  (kks3  „ 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears^ 
And  fee  the  ftorm  allay 'd  : 

Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appear% 
There  let  their  vows  be  paki. 

7  *Tis  God  who  brings  them  fafe  to  land  | 
Let  ftupid  mortals  know 

That  waves  are  under  his  command^ 
And  all  the  winds  which  blow, 

8  O  that  the  Tons  of  men  would  praiie 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 

And  thofe  who  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record  ! 

PSA  L..M-  CVII.     Left  Part.-. 

Colonies  planted  \  or,  Nations  blejl  and  tunijhed* 
A  pfalm  for  New- England, 

WHEMGod,  provoker  with  daring  crimes* . 
Scourges  the  ma'fnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to-  barren  far.d, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land** 


2^2  PSALM    CVII, 

%  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither' d  mountains  green  % 
Seftd  fhow'ry  bleHings  from  the  fkies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  defarts  rife. 

[3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beads  of  prey. 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
He  bds  th'  oppreft  and  poor  repair, 
And  build  them  towns  and  cities  there, 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  ftocky, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft  ;  but  if  they  fin 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  children  die  by  barb'rous  hands, 

6  Th&ir  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn3 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 

The  country  lies  unfene'd,  untilf'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns* 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  5 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  their  dying  churches  live. J 

8  The  right' ous  with  a  joyful  feme 
Admire  the  works  of  providence  ; 
ArH  tongues  of  athe'fts  fhall  no  more 
Bl  ifnheme  the  God  whom  faints  adore, 

9  Kow  few  with  pious  care  record 
The  wond'rous  dealings  ftf  the  Lord  I 
But  wif~  obfervers  frill  mall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind* 


PSA  L  M    CIX.    ex.      n% 

PSALM    CIX. 

Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  of  Chrift*., 
j  /^OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife*  , 

\JT     Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho*  flnners  fpeak;  again!*  thy  grace 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 

With  cruel  ilanders  falfe  a~nd  vain 
They  compafs'd  him  around, 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move^ 
Their  peace  he  it  ill  purfuM  ; 

They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  eaufe  $  : 
He,  with  his  dying  breath, 

Pray'd  for  his  murd'rers  on  the  crofs, 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death, 

5  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  mine 
In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 

Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  Iovq  my  enemies  ! 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage. 
Arid  in  my  Saviour's  name, 

I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage 
Who  ilander  and  condemn. 

P  S  A  L  M  £X.    FirfiPan.  Long  Metier 

CkxiR  exalted,  and  multitudes  converted ',  cr,  Ths 

fuccefs  of  the  gofpeL 
I,  ri^HUS  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

X     To  Chrift  the  Son ;  <*Afcer4  and  & 


2S4  F  s  A  l:  M    CX. 

g5'  At  my  right-hand,  'till  I  (hall  make 
**  Thy  foes  fubmiffive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  ZiVz  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 
"Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"'Shall  mike  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bovV  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  -day  fhall  (hew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 
*'  When  faints _ fhall  flock  with  willing  rnindss 
"  And  (inners  croud  thy  temple- gate, 

Ci  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  {nines," 

4  O  blefTed  pow'r  !  O  glor'ous  day  I 
What  a  large  vicTry  dial  I  enfue  ! 
And  convetts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  or  morning  dew. 

P8AL  M     CX.     Second  Part. 
The  kingdom  and  prief  hood  of  Chrift. 

1  *TpHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 

JL  k Spafce  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  ; 
;w"£tern3  fftailthy  p.ieithcod  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more* 

2  "  Aaron  and  all  h;s  fons  mull  die  : 
"'  But  eyerlaiting  life  is  thine, 

Ci  To  fave  for  ever  thole  who  f!y 
"For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine, 

3  u  By  me  Mehhifedek  was  made  * 
'■"  On  eanh  a  kttig  and  prieff  at  once  ; 

<6  And  thou,  my  beav'nty  Prieft,  fhalt  plead ; 
""And  thou,  my  King,  {halt  rule  my  fons." 

4  Jefus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  c-unfeh  of  eternal  peace 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honor  and  fuccefs, 


PSALM    CX.  *g| 

£5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fharl  fpread^ 
;And  crufh  the  pow'ra  which  dare  rebel  ; 
ijFhen  fhall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

fe  Tho'  while  he  treads  hisvglor'ous  way, 
[He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood, 
{The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
khall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM    CJC.  :  Common  Metre. 
Chrht's  kingdom  and  Priejihoud, 

I   YESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 

J  i&And  near  thy  Father  lit;. 
In  Zitn  fhall  thy  pow'r  be  known, 

And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2.  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpe-1  do  ! 
\  Thy  converts  mall  furpafs 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronoune'd  a  firm  decree, 
Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 

"  internal  (hall  thy  priesthood  be,    .. 
"  When  Aarm  is  no  more. 

4  "  MelchifeUk,  that  w  -na'rous  prieftg 
u  That  King  of  high  degree, 

u  That  -holy  man  who  Abr  ham  bltil9 
«  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus  our  Pr  eft.  forever  lives 
To. plea?  for  us  above  ; 

Jefus  our  King  forever  gives 

The  bleilings  of  his  love.        -•   •    - 

6  God  fliaH  exalt  his  glor'ous  head, 
And  his  high  throne' maintain, 


|j5  PSALM    CXI. 

Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXI.     Firjl  Part. 
The  Wijdom  §f  God  in  his  works. 

1  QONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
v3      To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  beart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought! 
How  glor'ous  in  our  fight, 

Good  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  moft  exact  is  nature's  frame  ! 
How  wife  th' eternal  mind  ! 

HiS  co  un  ft  Is  never  change  the  fcheme 
Which  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  Tons, 
He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

The  orders  which  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  dries, 
Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim  : 

What  fhctll  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ?  v 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r^  to  truft  thy  grace, 
Is  our  divinefl  fkill  ; 

And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
Who  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXL     Second  Part. 

The  perfections  of  God. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  nobleft  fongs  : 


PSALM    CXiL  237 

Let  his  alTembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

3.  Gtsat  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 
And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  feal  his  covenant  fure  : 

:Kcly  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  Thofe  who  would  grow  divinely  wife, 
•  Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 

Our  faired  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXII. 

The  blejjlngs  of  the  liberal  man, 

THAT  man  is  bleft  who  Hands  in  aw* 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  $ 
His  feed  on  earth  fhalLbe  rencwn'd  j 
His  hojife  tiie  ieatof  wealth  (hall  be, 
An  inex-haufied  treafury, 

And  with  fucceflive  honors  crcwn'd, 

.2  Kis  iib'ral  favors  he  extends, 

To  feme  he  gives,  to  others  lends  :  . 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  bis  raind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all -mankind, 

3  His  haads,  while  they  hi?  alms  beftow'cl, 
His-gl-ory's  future  bar veil  fow'd  ; 
The  iweet  remembrance  of  the  juir, 

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s38  PSALM    CXII. 

Like  a  green  foot  revives  2nd  bears 
A  train  of  blciTmps  for  his  heirs, 
When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  dint. 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round* 
tJnmov'd  fhnl!  he  maintain  his  ground^ 

His  confeiehee  holds  his  courage  up  ; 
The  foul  that's  filPd  with  virtue's  light 
Shines  brighteft  in  2fHiclion's  night, 

And  fees  in  darknefs,  beams  of  hope. 

Pause. 

[5  111  tidings  never  can  furprife 
"The  heart  which  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  (hipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd, 

6  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafb  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft  ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
bink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 

PSALM     CXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  bUJJings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 

THrice  happv  man  who  fears  the  Lord$ 
Loves  his  commands,   and  trufts   his 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend,  (word} 

And  bit  flings  £0  his  feed  defcend. 

2  -Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ft  ill  inclin'ci  : 
ha  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to 'be  repaid. 


PSALM     <JAIL  239 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread 
Which  fill  his  neighbors  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againil  the  fear, 

For  God  with  all  his  pow'/  is  there, 

4  His  foul  well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidft  the  darknefs,  light  fhali  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes, 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God  : 
His  name  on  earth  {hail  long  remain, 
While  env'ous  iinners  fret  in  yarn. 

PSALM     CXII.     Common  Metre, 
Liberality  rewarded, 

1  ~|QTAPPY  13  he  who  fears  the  Lord,  ' 

!|L  JL  *  And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  tends  the  poo:  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  j&b'rtal  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread 
To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 

So  God  (hall  anfwer  his  request 
With  bleiiings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  {hail, furprife 
His  well  eftabliuVd  mind  ; 

His  foul  to  God  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind, 

^.  In  times  of  general  diftrefs 
Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fliine, 

To  fhew  the  world  his  right'oufnefsa 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Regain  before  the  Lord  j 

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%\o  PSALM    CXIII. 

Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 

PSAL  M    CXIII. 
The  maje/iy  and  andefcenfion  of  God. 

YE  Who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord^ 
The  honors  of  his  name  record,,   ; 
His  facred  name  forever  bkfs  : 
Where  e'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifing  beams,  or  fetting  rays, 
Let  lands  and  Teas  his  pow'r  confefs. 

2  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds 
Gan  give  his  vaft  domin'on  bounds  ; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  5 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might, 

3  He  bows  his  glor'ous  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  ^ 
Hi?  fov'rei^n  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  mike:  them  company  for  kings*. 

4  When  chfki'd.  families  defpair, 
He  fcnh  the  bleiling  of  an  heir, 

To  refci?e  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  j-oys  ; 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame- 

PSAL  M'    CXIII.     Long  Metre* 

God  fovereign  and  gracious . 

YK  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King^ 
In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  flog  ; 


F  S'A'.L  M  .  CXIV.  24f 

|  Where-e'er  the  fun  fhali  rife  or  fet, 
[iThe  nations  fnaii  hrs  praife  repeat. 

1 2  Abovs  the  earth,  beyond-  the  (ky, 
I  Stands  his  high  throne  of  majefty  ; 

:;  Nor  time,  nor  place  iris  pow*r  reitrainj 
| Nor  bound  his  uriiverial  reign.. 

1 3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare. 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  I 

I  His  glories,  how  divinely  bright,  ( 
I  Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light  1 

4  Behold  his  love  !  he  itoops  to  vievr 
What  faints  aboye  and  angels  do  j 
And  condefcenas  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below, 

5  From  dull  and  cottages  bbfeure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor; 
Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  fons, 
And  fitS(  them  for  his  heav'nly  throned 

[6  AHvp'rd  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  i 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  paf£>: 
The  promised  feed  is  born  at  hft, 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views"  her  Ton? 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  $ 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  \  ears,  j 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIV. 
Miracles  attending  \{izzVk.rjGttrnef9  « 

WHen  Ij^eU  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand ^ 
Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  Jand3 
*  The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
eir  Kana ;  ana 


%iti  PSA,LM    CXV; 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  $ 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  (hook  like  frighted  (beep. 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  : 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  (land, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  which  'Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Ifr'el  !  fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear  ! 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  5 
The  rock  to  {landing  pools  he  turns; 
Flings  foring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXV.     Firft  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or,  Idolatry  reproved, 
i'^.TOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft, 
iN    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due  ; 
Eternal  God  I  thou  only  jufl  ; 
Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true 

7.  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  : 
Why  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
lnful^us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame, 
Say,   iVhereh  the  God  ysiive  ferv'd  fo  long  ? 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  th-  cloud;,  beyond  the  -ikies ; 


PSAL  M    CXV\  243 

|  Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

|  He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries* 

I4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 
[Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 
I  At  beft,  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 
[  A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god  ! 

[5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  their  head  ; 
Deaf  are  their  ev.rs,  their  eyes  are  blind  | 
In  vain  are,  coftly  off' rings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatterM  in  the  wind. 

»  "\- 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 

Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  praya 
Mortals  who  pay  them  fear  or  Jo/e, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they,] 

7  O  Ifr'el,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  Help,  thy  Refuge,  and  thy  Reft  ; 
The  Lord  mall  build  thy  ruins  up,  , 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  priefr, 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  ipeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  • 

But  we  mall  live  to  ling  thy  grace, 
.And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave* 

PSALM    CXV.     Second  Metre. 

Popijb  Idolatry  reproved, 

NOT  toournames,thoitonryjufl  and  true, 
Not  to  our  worthlefs  names" is  glory  due  : 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace, thy  truth  and  j  uftice  claim 
Immortal  notions  to  thv  fov'reign  name, 
S  h  ine  thro'  the  earth  from,  heav'n  thy  bieft  abode 
. «  or  let  the  heathens  fay,  And  where's. your  God  \ 


24r  P  S  A  L  M    CX7. 

2-  Heaven  is  thine  higher  court :  there  ftand* 

thy  throne  ; 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will-  is  done  ; 
Our  God  fratn'd  all  this  earth,  thefe  heav'ns' 

he  fpread, 
But  foo*s  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  j 
Tiie  kneeling  croud  with  looks  devout,  behold' 
Their  CiUes  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

[3  Vainarethofe  artful- fhapes  5f eyes  and  ears* 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefsj-nor  their  feet  can- 
move,  (nor  love;. 

They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  norpow'r,  - 
Yet  foolifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints,  - 

4  The  rich  have  ftatue?  well  adorn' d  with  gold, 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  cearfer  mould  $  ■ 
With  tools  pf  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  ftock 
l»opt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  ; 
People  and  priefl  drive  on  the  folemn  trade,  . 
And  ijuft  the  gods  which  faws  and  hammers 

made.] 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  \  'tis  hard  te  fay, , 
Which  is  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 
O  Ifrel  traft  the  Lord  !  he  hears  and  fee:^  '■«. 
He  knows  thy  iorrows,  and  re&or-es  thy  peace  : 
His  worihip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield  5 
He  'rs  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  mield. 

6  CahumVa,  trull  the  Lord  ;  thy  foes  in  vain,  ■. 
Attempt  thy  ruin,  and  enforce  their  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevaii'd,*  darknefs  had  clos'd  our 

da>S    • 
And  death  ar.d   (ilenee  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
But  we  are  favV,  and  live  ;  let  fo.ngs  arife, 
Celzwkak'xte  ths  God  -who  built  the  fk« 


PSALM    CXVL  *4£ 

PSALM    CXVL     FirJlPart. 

Recovery  from,  ficknefu 

1  T  LOVE  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  criev 
X     And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan  : 

[Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife     - 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne* 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear,. 
And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair,. 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

3  My.flefh  deelin'd,  my  fpints  Ml, 
And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 

While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

4  «  My  God,  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  fayea, 
-"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 

<s  Thy  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
"  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  trulls." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diflreft, 
He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 

Return;  my  Voul,  to  God  thy  P.efr, 
For  thou  haft  known  h&  love. 

6  Mv  God  hath  fav'd  rnyrfoul  from  death,. 
And  dry'd  my  Falling  tears  : 

Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 


P.SALM.    CXVI.     Second  Part. 

J^Oivsmade- in  trouble ,  paid  in  the  church  ;  oi 
public  thanks  for  private  deliverance* 

*    11  THAT  fhall  1  render  to  my  God 
W     For  all  his  kindneis.  Atom  I 


246  PSALM    CXVII. 

My  feet  (hall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  who  fill  thine  houfs 
My  ofPrin^s  mall  be  paid  ; 

There  ihall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made, 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever-MeiTed  God  ! 

How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  1 

4  How  happy  3U  thy  fervants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 

My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
Nor  (hail  my  purpofe  move  ;  ' 

Thy  hand  hath  ioos'd  my  bonds  of  naifl 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love.         4     *  ' 

6  Here  In  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record  • 

Wirne.s,  ye  faints    who  hear  me  now, 
It  1  forfake  the  f,ard, 

PSALM     CXVII.     Common  Metre 

OPraife  to  God  from  all  nations. 
A4i  ?e  nati^s,  praife  the  Lord, 
Llch  with  a  diff  ^ent  tongue  s 
In  ev  ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  funo-. 

*  p!lTeTVeknS  tht9*&  ****¥  land  ; 

Proclaim  his  erace  abroad  • 

^or  ever  hrm  his  truth  (hall  fiand- 
Paife  ye  the  faithfuj  God. 


PSALM    CXVII.    CXVIII    24? 
I P  S  A  L  M    CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

FROM  all  who  dwell   below  the  Ikies 
Let  the  Creator'*  praife  arife  j 
jet  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fang 
fhrough  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue, 
I  Eternal  are  thy  mercies*  Lord  ; 
lernal  truth  attends  thv  word  ; 
fcy  praife  fhall  found  from  fhore  to  fhorep 
fill  funs  fhall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

PSALM     CXVII.     Short  Metre, 

■  1    rr?HY  name,  almighty  Lord* 

thai!  found  thro'  diftant  lands  % 
;' Great  is  thy  grace*  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  forever  Hands. 
2     Far  be  thine  honor  Oread, 

And  long  thy.praife  endure  ; 
'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  (hade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  mote. 

PSALM    CXVIII.    Firf.  Part. 
Deliverance  from  a  Tumult, 

i   WHE  *-ord  appears  my  Helper  now  $ 

Nor  is  rny  faifh  afraid     | 
What  a1)  the  fons  of  es?th  car.  do, 

Since  heav'n  affords  hi  aid, 
I  'tis  fafer,  Lord,  toV-pe  in  thee. 

And  have,  my  God  my  Friend, 
Than  truit  m  men  of  hikti  degree, 

And  on  their  truth  depend. 
3  Like  bees,  my  foes  befet  me  round9. 

A  large  and  angry  fwarm  j 


24*  PSALM    CXVIII. 

But  1  fhall  all  their  rage  confound, 
By  thine  almighty  arm. 

4  'Tis  through   the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 
In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 

While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  chearful  is  my  voice  ! 

5  Like  angry  bees  they  airt  me  round  ; 
When  God  appears,  they  fly  : 

So  bu  ning  thorns  with- crackling  found 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

•6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  .5 
The  Lord  protects  their  ways  ;  - 

Let  Jfr'el  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

PSALM     CXVIU.     Second  Part. 
PublU  praife  for  deliverance  from  death. 

I   T    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  (ervant  cry, 
1  j  And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  i 

Now  ihall  he  live  ;  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 

4  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand  which  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  ftill  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 
For  we  fhall  worship  there  ; 

The  houfe  where  all  the  right'ous  go 
Thy  mercy  to  declare, 

4  Among  th?  aiTemblies  of -thy  faints 
Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 

There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints* 
And  there  .we  f^eak  thy  .praife. 


FSAL  M    CXVIII.  H9 

F  S  A  L  M    CXVIII.     Third  Part. 
Chrift  the  Foundation  of  the  Church, 

i  "OEHOLD  the  fure  Foundation-Stone, 

|3  -Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear. 

And  faints  adore  his  name  ; 
They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 

Nor  fhall  they  fuffer  fharne. 

2  The  foolifh  builders,  fcribe  and  priefr, 

Reject  it  with  difdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  cf  hell  withflood  ? 

Yet  muft  this  building  rife  ; 
'Tis  thy  owri  work,  almighty  God, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

PSAL  M    CXVIII.    Fourth  Part. 

Ho/anna  ;  the  Lord's-^  j  or  Chrift's  refurrec 
iion9  and  our  jalvatlon* 

1  HjP.HiS   is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

J_     He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,-let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  thy  throne. 

2  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 
And  fafsn'-s  empire  fell  ; 

To  day  the  faints  his- triumph  fprefcd, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hcfanna  to  tW  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son  :  ^ 

'  x 


25o  PSALM    CXVIIT. 

Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
W  ith  mefTages  of  grace  ; 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finfui  race, 

5  Ho/anna  in  the  higheft  drains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raife  : 

The  higheft  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM     CXVIII.     Short  Metre. 

An  Ho/anna  for  the  Loid's -day  ;   or,  Anew 
fong  vf  fahaiion  by  Chrift. 
i   PEE  what  a  living  Stone 

^     The  builders  did  refufe  ' 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  env'ous  Jews, 

2  The  fcribe  and  angry  priefl 
Reject  thine  only  Son  : 

Yet  on  this  Rock  (hall  Zien  reft 
As  the  chief  corner-ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lcrd5  is  thine, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  : 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife  ! 

4  This  is  the  glor'ous  day 
Which  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing,  and  pray  : 
Let  a;i  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofanna  to  the  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood  j 


PSALM     CXVIII.     CXIX.     251 

Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation, from  your  God. 

6     We  blefs  thine  holy  word 
Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 

And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifke  of   praife. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
An  Hofanna  for  the  Lord's -^j ;  Or,   A  new 
fon£  of  faivation  by  Chrifr. 

1  "J"     O,  what  a  glor'ous  corner  (lone 

\  j  The  Jewijh  builders  did  refute  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  oP  envy  and  the  Jews, 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  "joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes ; 
This  is  the  day  which  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  which  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  : 
Hofanniy  let  his  name  be  bleft  \ 

A  thoufand  honors  on  his  head, 
Wi:h  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  brin<* 
Salyation  to  our  dying  race  : 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  Kin» 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife, 

PSALM    CXIX. 

[/  have  collet! ed and  difpofed the  tnoft  ufefulverfei 
of  this  pjalm  under  eighteen  different  heads* 
and  formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them  ; 
but  the  verjes  are  much  tranfpojed,  to  attain 
fome  degree  of  connexion. 
X  2 


25^  PSALM    CXIX. 

In  fime  places ,  among  the  words,  law,  com- 
mands, judgments,  teftimonies,  1  have  ufed 
gofpel,  word,  grace,  truth,  promifes,  &fV. 
as  more  agreeable  to  the  New "Teji x anient ,  and 
the  common  language  of  chrijlians  \  and  it 
equally  anfwers  the  defign  of  the  Pfalmift, 
which  was  to  recommend  the  holy  fcriptures.] 

PSALM     CXIX.     FirJ}  Part. 

Ihe  bhjfednefs  of  the  faints ,  and  the  mtfery  oj 

Jlnners. 

Ver.  i,  2,  3. 

1  "OLEST  are  the  undehTd  in  heart, 
J3     Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 

Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

2  Bleft  are  the  men  who  keep>thy  word, 
And  practice  thy  commands  ; 

With  their  whole  heart  they  feck  the  Lord, 
And  fervc  thee  with  their  hands. 

Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  $ 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide  I 

Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  ileady  fctt  afide. 

Ver.  6. 

4  Then  (hall  my  heart  have  Inward  joy, 
And  keep  my  face  from  iliame, 

When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honor  all  thy  name. 

Ver.   ?.  ?,   1 1 3. 

5  But  haughty  tinners  God  will  ha^ 
The.proud  fhall  die  accurfii 


PSAL  M    CXIX.  251 

The  fons  of  falihood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 

Ver.   119,  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  v 

And  thofe  who  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 

But  never  tafle  thy  grace. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Second  Part. 

Secret  devotions  and  fpiritual  meditations  \  or£ 
Conjlant  converfe  with  God, 

Ver-  H7>  55- 
I  nr^O  thee  before  the  dawning  light, 
J[        My  gracious  God,  I  pray  j 

1  meditate  thy  name  by  night. 

And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

Ver.  §i; 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  \hy  grace, 
Thy  prom  ife  bears  me  up  ! 

And  while  falvation  long  delays*. 
Thy  word  fuppoits  my  hope. 

Ver.   164. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  life  my  hands,     *' 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee, 

Thy  right'ous  providence  demands 
Repeated  pra ife  from  me. 

Ver.  62. 

4  When  midnight  darkuefi  veils  the  ik!c3,  . 
I  ca:l  thy  works  to  m:rd  ; 

My  thoughrs  in  warm  devotion  rife, 

And  iwzzi  acceptance  find. 


254  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Third  Part. 
ProfeJJlons  of  fmcerity,  repentance  and  obedience. 

Ver,  57*,  bo. 

1  npHOU  art  my    portion,  O  my  God; 

si        Soon  as  1  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t*  obey  thy  word* 
And  fufFers  no  delay. 

Ver.  30,  14. 

2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
And  glory  in  my  choice  : 

Not  ail  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 
I  fet  before  my  eyes  ; 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
Aad  there  my  comfort  lies* 

Ver.  59, 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  paths, 
I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Ver.  94,   114, 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 

Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place  ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Ver.   1  ft. 

6  Thou  haft  incline  this  heart  of  mine 
Thv  Matures  to  fulfil  ; 

And  .'.has  'till  .  morial  life  fijall  end,  ' 
Would  I  ???fc:z\  thv  will,    . 


PSALM    CXIX.  *5S 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fourth  Part. 

Injlruftion  from  fcripture* 
Ver.  9. 
TOW  (hall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts* 
["i  And  guard  their  hves  from  fin  I 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 
Ver.   130. 
2  When  onee  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftruclion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Ver.   105. 
2  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

Which  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  v/ay. 

Ver,  99,   100. 
4  The  men  who  keep  thy  law  with  care}, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 

And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Ver.   104.   113. 
•5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  : 

I  hate  the  linnets  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  which  rife, 

But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Ver.   89,  90,  91. 
[6  The  flarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  the k  thy  fervants  night  and  day 

Thy  fkiil  and  pcw'r  exprefs. 

7  But  ftijf'thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 
Have  iefibas  more  divine.. ; 


i$6  PSALM    CXIX. 

Not  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ftars  fo  nobly  fhine.J 

Ver.  1 60,   140,  9,   116. 
S  Thy  word  is  everiairing  truth  ; 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth* 

And  well  fupport  our  age. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifth  Part. 

Delight  in  fcripture  ;    or,   27*?  word  oj  God 

dvjelling  in  us, 

Ver.  97. 
i  /~\    How  I  love  thy  holy  law,. 

X^Jf     'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.   148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day,. 
To  meditate  thy  word  ; 

My  foul  with  longing.,  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpei,  Lord. 

Ver   3,   13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  1 
How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 

And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  an  heav'nly  fong, 

^er.   19,   103.. 

4  Am  I  a  ftraffpi',  or  at  home  : 
'Tis  my  perpet'al  re  a  ft  ; 

Not  hcney  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  nfuch  allures  the  tafte. 

Ver.   7?,   127. 
5,  No  treafures  (o  ep.;i:h  the  mir.d  ; 
.;  >Tjr  Qjajl  thy  wcrd,beioW 


PSALM     CXIX.  237 

For  loads  of  filver  well  refined, 

Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 
Ver.  28,  49,  J  75. 
6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars,  to  fupport  my  hope, 

And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Sixth  Paru 

Holinefs  and  comfort  from  the  word, 
Ver.  £28. 

1  T    ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right3 
\j     And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft, 

Thence  1  maintain  a  confbnt  fight 
With  ev'ry  flattering  luft. 
Ver.  97,  o. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  1  fuivey  ; 
I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 

Through  all  the  bus'nefs  of  the  day, 
To  farm  my  actions  right 
Ver,  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  liience  cries, 
"  How  fweetthy  comforts  be  !" 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
An4  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Ver.    162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 
At  fome  good  word  of  thine^ 

Not  mighty  men  who  fhare  the  fpoi[, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  rnjig. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Seventh  Part. 

injjerfeStion  of  'nature,  andferfeSllon  offcripturs* 

Ver.  96.     Paraph rafed, 
1  ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 

JhJ     To  form  one  per  fed  book  i 


253  PSALM    CXIX. 

Great  God,  if  once  cornpar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  Jook  ! 

2  Not  the  moft  perfect  rules  they  gave 
Could  fhew  one  fin  fcrgiv'n  ; 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  thine  conduit  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfe&ion  here  below  ; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go  ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  jufl  with  God, 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrouo-ht  • 

But  thy  camimnds,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'*y  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  person  here, 
While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 

And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
Tti-y  fcarce  dck:ye  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grac3 
Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 

But  perfea  truth  and  right'oufnefr 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Eighth  Part. 

Tne  word  ofiGod  is  the  faints  portion-   or,  The 
excellency  and  variety  offcripture. 

L°^P,,IaCe  Pade  thy  word  my  choice, 
My  laftmg  heritage  ; 

There  fhall  my  nobkft  p~oW'rs  rejoice, 

My  warmeft  thoughts  engage. 
t  I'll  read  the  hiil'nes  of  thylove,  i 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight ;  ' 


PSALM    CX1X.  259 

While  tHro*  thy  promifes  I  rove 
With  tver-frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  fprings  of  life  arife  ; 

Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  beft  relief  which  mourners  have, 
It  makes  our  for  rows  bleft  ; 

Our  faireft  hope  heyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Ninth  Part. 

Defire  of  knowledge  ;  or,  The  teachings  of  the 
Spirit  with  the  word, 

Ver.  G4,  68,    18. 

1  *HpiHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

X        Mow  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  mine  eves  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver,   73,    125. 

2  My  heajrt  was  fafn'on'd  by  thy  hand, 
My  fervice  is  thy  due  ; 

O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  dudes  he  mud  do  ! 

Ver.    19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below* 
Let  not  tny  path  be  hid  ; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Ver,   26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 
Thou  Jisardii  my  foul  complain  \ 


*6dF  P  S  A  L  M    CXIX. 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  fhall  ftray  again  ; 

Ver.  33,  34. 
If  God  to  me  his  ftatdtes  ihew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His -work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 

Ver.    50,  71. 
6  This  was  my  comfort,  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief  ;*  ■ 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 

And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver#  5r« 
[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  5 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  feuhat  blefled  gofpel  go, 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

•  !Ver»  27>  *7r. 
8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 

1 1!  teach  the  world  his  ways  • 
My  thankful  lips  infpiVd  with  zeal 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.J 
PSALM     CXIX.     Tenth  Pari. 
Pleading  the  promifes. 
Ver.  3&.  49. 

1  T2EF^PLD  thy  waiting  Servant,  Lord, 
jj)     devoted  to  thy  fear  -! 

Remember  and  conrnm  thy  word 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

ti  a    «.       Ver'  4I'  &   IC7* 

2  Halt  thou  not  writ  falvatiea  down, 

And  promis'd  quickening  grace  i 


P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.  '  2ii 

Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays.      * 

Ver.   123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail  • 

0  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 

Nor  let  the  fccifing  lips  prevail, 
Which  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  I 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 

Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft,  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Eleventh  Part. 
Breathing  after  holinefs. 
Ver.  5,  33. 

Tf\  T?AT  th&Lord  would  guide  my  waya 
\y     To  keep  his  ftatutes  frill  ! 
U  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 

1  o  know  and  do  his  will  ! 

,  Ver.  29. ■" 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  Jaw  upon  my  heart  ? 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  a&  the  liar's  part. 

.       Ver-  36,  37. 

3  -from  vanity  turn  off  my  t<xs  • 
Let  no  corrupt  defign,  *    ■ 

Nor  cov-tous  dc^reS  ariie 
Within  this  fpu]  of  mine. 
Ver,  7  i  3, 

^nu  ;...■.•;■:>  my  heart  finbere  ■ 


262  PSALM    CXIX. 

^Let  fin  have  no  domin'on,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 

Ver.   176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray  ; 
My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 

Yet,  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 

Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  j 
'Tis  a  delightful  road  : 

Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Twelfth  Part. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 

Ver.  1,53. 

2  T\  /fY  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
XVJL     Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 

Tho*  l  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver    39,   116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  iharp  reproach, 
Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fharne  appear. 
Ver.   122,   135. 

3  Be  thou  2.  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 
Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 

But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 
Ver.   82. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 


PSALM    CXIX.  265 

When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
And  make  my  comforts  rije  ? 

Ver.   1 32. 
5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  fhew  thy  grace  the  fame, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t' afford 

To  thofe  who  love  thy  name. 

PSALM     CX1X.     "Thirteenth  Part. 

Holy  fear,  and  tendernefs  of  conference, 
Ver.   30. 

WITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy 
O  lot  me  never  ftray  (facer 

From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  finner's  way. 
Ver.   ii. 
1  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  confeience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifing  fin. 

Ver.  63,   53,  158. 

3  I'm  a  compan'on  of  the  faints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 

My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.   j6f,   163. 

4  While  fmners  do  thy  gofpei  wrong, 
My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe ; 

My  foul  abhors  the  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  right'ous  law. 
Ver.   161,  120. 

5  My  heart,  with  facred  revVence,  hears 
The  threat 'nings  of  thy  word  1 

Y   2 


264.  PSALM    CXIX. 

My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears. 

The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.  1 65,   174. 
6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  falvation  ftill  ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 

And  I  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fourteenth  Part. 

Benefit  of  afflittiom,  and  fupport  under  them* 

Ver.   153,  St,    82. 
1  CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 

\^j     And  thy  deliv'rance  fend  ; 
My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints  : 

When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 

Ver.  71. 
2.  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
AiHi£ions  make  me  learn  thy  law,. 

And  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  1  enjoy 
When  new  diftrefs  begins  : 

1  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins* 

Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight,.. 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 

My  foul,  oppreil  with  forrow's  weighty 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 

Ver.  75. 
■  5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Tho*  they  may  feem  fevere  5 


PSALM    CXIX.  *&$ 

The  fliarpeft  fuff  'rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

Ver.  67. 
6  Before  I  knew  thy  cKaft'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 

Nor  wander  from  thy  way, 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifteenth  Part. 

Holy  refolutions* 
Ver.   93. 

1  ^V   That  thy  ftatutes,  ev'ry  hour, 
\J     Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 

Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r. 
And  daily  peace  1  find. 

Ver.    15,   16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  iweet  employ  ; 

My  foul  mail  ne'er  forget  thy  word,. 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.  32, 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 
If  thou  my  "heart  difcharge 

From  fin  and  fatan's  hateful  chains,. 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 

Ver.    13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 
Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name ; 

I'll  fpeak  thy  word,  tho'  kings  fhbuld  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  (inful  fhame. 

Ver.  61,  69,  70. 
5^  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right. 


465  PS-AL  M    CXIX. 

Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies;  , 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  1^5. 
6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  ! 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 

And  muft  obey  his  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Sixteenth, Part. 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 

Ver.  25.  37, 
I   Ti  JjTY  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duit  5 

lVx   ^ord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
From  vain  defires  and  ev'ry  111  ft 

Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
1  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

Tt  fpeed  me  in  my  way, 
Left  I  (hould  loiter  in  my  race. 

Or  turn  my  feet  affray. 

Ver.   107. 

3  When  fore  afRictions  prefs  me  down, 
I  need  thy  quick'nin^  pow'rs  ; 

Thy  word  which    I  have  refted  on 
Shall  help  my  heav'eft  hours. 

Ver.   156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 

Ver,   159,  40, 
5  Do*s  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  Icve* 
And  IsfHg  to  fee  thy  f , 


PSAL  M~  CXIX.  267 

And  yet  how  flaw  my  fpirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace  ! 

Ver..  93, 
6  Then  fhall  I  love  trjy  gofpel  more*,. 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 

To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Seventeenth  ParU 

Courage  and  per  fever  ance  under  per jecution  ;  oiy 
Grace  fhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 
Ver.   14$,  28. 
TTT7HEN  pain  and  anguim  feize  me,  Lord9 
^V    All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  : 
My  foul  diflblves  for  heavinefs  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thv  ftrength'ning  grace. 
Ver.   %i .  69,  1  ■  o. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies3 
They  watch  my  feet  with  env'Ous  eyes, 
And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  y 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.    r6i,  783 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe3. 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 

But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
!Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame.. 

PSAL  M     CXIX.     LafiParU 

Sanclified  affiiftitms  ;  or,  Delight  in  the  word 

of  God. 

Ver.  67,   ^9, 

5  Tn  ATrlER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 

X5    How  kind  was  thy:  chaSisJng  rot* 


*68  PSALM    CXX. 

Which  forc'd  my  confcience  to  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God, 

2  Foolifh  and  vain  I  went  aftray, 
E'er  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way, 
But  now  1  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  ; 
'Tis  £Ood  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Ver.     72. 

4  The  law  which  iflues  from  thy  mouth 
Snail  raife  my  cheerful  pafiions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  Southy 

,  Or  Wejiern  hills  of  golden  ore, 

Ver.  73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.  74. 
6  Then  all  who  love  and  fear  the  Lord. 
At  my  falvation  (hall  rejoice  ; 
For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM     CXX. 

Complaint  of  quarr elf ome  neighbours  ;  or,  A  de* 
vout  wijh  for  peace* 

I    rw^HOU  God  of  love,  thou  f  ver-bleft, 
Jt       Pity  my  JufPring  ftate  5 


PS  A  L  M    CXXI.  269 

When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  "reft 
From  lips  which  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  call 
Among  the  fons  or  ftrife, 

Whofe  never-ceafing  brawlings  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  O  !  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place** 
How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wild  lonefome  wildernefs, 
And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell  ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blening  which  I  feek^, 
How  lovely  are  its  charms  I 

I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  pa&ons  (till  their  fouls  engage, 
A.nd  keep  thefc  malice  ftrong  : 

What  (hall  be  done  {g.  curb  thy  rage5 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ? 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro% 
Stricl:  juftice  v/ould  approve  ; 

But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  foe,. 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM     CXXI.     Long  Metre, 

Divine  protection. 

1  T  Tp  t0  tbe  hilIs  l  lif^ mine  eyes» 

U    Th'  eternal   hills  beyond'the  Ikies  I 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives -5 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
2  He  lives,  the  everlafting  God, 
Who  built,  the  world^jvfio  foread  the  ftn& 


i7o  PSALM    CXXI. 

The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hofts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  j 
His  morning  imiles  blefs  all  the  day, 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  Jilent  hours  while  Ifr'el  fleeps. 

4.  //rV,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  holy  Guard'an's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  (lumber  nor  furprize. 

5  No  fun  (hall  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  wich  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  :  no  baleful  ftar 
Dart  his  malfgnant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Stili  thou  fhalt  go,  and  ftill  return, 

Safe  in  the  Lord  j  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r  j 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Aneels,  who  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM     CXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Preservation  by  day  and  night, 

1  rT,0  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  : 

X      There  all  my  hopes  are  laid, 
The  Uord  who  built  the  earth  and  fkies, 
Is  my  perpet'al  aid. 

2  Their  feet  mail  never  Aide  to  fall3 
Whom  he  deiigns  to  keep  > 


PSALM     <JXXI.  271 

His  car  attends  the  fofteft  call  ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  pow'rs 
With  his  almighty  arm  ; 

And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprizing  harm, 

4  lfr'el  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure  ; 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  j 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  Jris  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  flckly  moon, 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmite  ; 

He  lhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon* 
From  blading  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  ; 

Go,  and  return  fecure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home* 

PSALM    CXXL 

God  our  preserver, 
I    TTPWARD  I  lift  mine  e> 

XJ     From  God  is  all  my  aid  : 
Th:*  God  who  built  the  flcies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly  ; 
His  gr  ce  Is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 

a  My  feet  (hall  never  Aide, 
An  1  fail  in  fatal  (hares, 
Sine*    ril,  my  g;uard  and  guide, 
Defends  *ne  from  my  fears. 


Thofe  wakeful  eyes 
Which  never  fleep, 
Shall  Ifr'cl  keep 
When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day* 
Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there  :  %         1 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  fhade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
1  o  Uvq  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  1  can  truft  my  Lord 
Tokeep  my  mortal  breath. 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
'Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM     CXXII.     Common  Metre. 

H  Going  to  Church. 

OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
in  Lion  Ut  us  ail  appear, 
And  keep  the  f&Umn  day  ? 

2  I  We  .her  gates,  I  love  the  road  : 
-The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  J,ke  a  palace  built  for  God, 

*  oihe.v  his  milder  face. 

3  ^tohfrcourts^vi:h'  joys  unknown, 

a  fte  holy  tribes  repair  j 


■PSA  L  M    CXXII.  %fg 

The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

•4  He  hears  our  praifes-  and  complaints 

And,rf  while  his  awful  voice 
-Divides  the --finners  from  the  faints, 

We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 
And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 

With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft  I 

6  My  foul  thai]  pray  for  Tion  (till, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 

There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell-: 
There  God,  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PS  A  L  M     CXXII. 

Go  fag  to  Church. 

1  XJOW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I 

To  hear  the  people  cry,    * 
Come,  let  us  feek  tur  God  to  xlay  ; 

Yes,  with  a  chearful  zeal, 

We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and^honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place  ! . 
Adorn'd  with  Wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrengt-h  embrace  thee  rounds 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear,    - 

To  pray  and  praife  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpei's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  flx'd  his  royal  throne, 

•He  fesfor  grace  and  iwdsTiont  there  s 

Z  w 


274  P'SAL  M    CXXIIX, 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 
And  makes  the  fmner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear0 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft  ! 

The  man  who  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wiflies  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  blefiings  on  him  reft  ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  ! 

For  there  my  friends  and  kindre.d  dwell  $ 

And  fince  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
My  foul  ihall  ever  love  thee  well  ! 

PSALM    exxnr. 

Pleading  with  fubmiffion, 

1  ^\  Thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
\J     EnthronM  above  the  ikies, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes  1 

2  As  fervants  watch  .their  matter's  hand,. 
And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ; 

Or  maids  before  their  rziftrefs  ftand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So,  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 
Thy  difeipline,  O  God  5 

Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill, 
'Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

t  Thofe  who  in  wealth  and  pleafure  Jive, 
Our  daily  groans  deride; 


P  S  A  L  M    GXXIV.  27$ 

A*id  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies  ; 
This  thought  fhall  bear  our  fpirits  up,. 

That  God  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM     GXXIV. 

.  A  fong  for  tbs  $tb  of  November. 

AD  not  the  Lord,  may  ifr'el  fey, 
Had  not  the  Lord  maintain'd  our  fide, 
When  men3  to  make  out  lives  a  prey, 
,  Rofe  like  the  fuelling  of  the  tide  : 

2  The  fuelling  tide  had  ftopt  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  rob', 

We  had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  death  ; 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  fouL 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  lliout  and  fing, 
Who  juft'efcap'd  the  fatal  ftro.ke  ; 

So  flies  the  bird,  with  chearful  wing, 
When  once,  the  fojvler's  fnare  is  broke. 

4  For  ever  blefied  be  the  Lord, 
Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fnare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  fkies  ; 
He  who  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame, 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes, 
Z    2 


,76  PSA  L  M    CXXV; 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXV.     Common  Metre,. 

The  fault's  trial  and  fafety. 

1  T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  bill,; 

\^J    And  firm  as  mountains  be^ 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  fhall  re#, . 
Who  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  ib  well 
Olcl  Salem's  happy  ground, 

As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
Which  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  friar  ting  (couzg& 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 

Divine  compaiBon  does  allay 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lard,  with  fouls  ilncere,. 
And  lead  diem  fafely  on 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife* 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gem?. 

5  Bat  if  we  traqe  thole  wicked  ways 
Which  the  old  ferpent  drew, 

The  wrath  which  drove  him  fifil  to  belt: 
Shall  finite  his  folTwers  too. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXV.    Short  Metre* 

7.h  faints'  trial  and '  fafeiy  ;  or,  Moderated  &j* 

jHftions. 

I   TJMRM  and  unmovM  Ere  they 
Jj       Who  reft  their  fouls  on  God  ; 

Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt % 
Or  where  the  atkabods* 


PSALM    CXXVL  277 

2  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 
The  city's  facred  ground, 

So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What,  tho'  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaftiiing  ftroke  ? 

Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep5 
Its  fury  (hall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 
Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 

Whofe  hope,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fball  the  tyrant's  rage 
Too  long  opprefs  the  faint  j 

The  God  of  Ifr'el  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint  ; 

6  But  if  our  ftavifh  fear 
Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 

We  muft  expecT:  our  portion  thcre^ 
Where  bolder  finners  dwell, 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXVL  .  Long  Metre, 

Surprifing  Deliverance, 

WHEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  Mate, 
Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  ihtrna 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  g^at, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  painted  dream. 

2  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
Wkile  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praife3.. 
With  chearful  notes,  thy  love  proclaim, 
Z.  1 


a73  PSAL  M-  cxmt; 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears* 

* Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanifh  Co  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  river*  flow. 

4  The  man  who  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield  - 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  (heaves. 

PSALM     CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converjlon  •  or,  Melan- 
choly removed, 

*WT^^  ^oc*  revea^  ^s  graci°us  name 

Vy     And  chang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  10  great. 

%  The  world  beheld  the  glor'oiis  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  : 
$Iy  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ftrains, 

And  fung  furpriling  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cry'd,. 

And  own'd  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
Great  is  the  work,  my  heart  reply 'd, 

And  be  the  glory  thine. 

%  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkiej*. 

Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 

To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  who  fow  in  fadnefs,  wait 

FTill  the  fair  harveft  come  $ 
'?1hev  mall  confefs  their  fnsaves  are  great* 

And  fliout  the  ble/lings  home. 


PSALM    CXX'VIIi  %!jfr 

S  Tho'  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  dud, 

It  (han't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loftr. 

For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PS  ALM    CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  blejfihg  of  God  on  th  bufinefs  and  comforts  <_ 
vf  lifi. 

I   *rF  God  fucceed  not ;  all  the  coft 

J[  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  I ; 
If  God  the  city,  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep* . 

1  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, , 
Careful  and  {paring  eat  your  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  you  dread  ? 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  bleft  •■ 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
Children  and  friends  are  bleflings  too, 

If  God  our  fov'reign  makes  them  fo> 

4  Happy- the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
(Dbed'ent  children,  faithful  fiends  1 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his-love. 

£  S  A  L  M   CXXVII.    Common  Mettc 

Gad  All An  All' 
2   TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 

j^     The  builders  work  in  Vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye$ 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain, 

%  Before  the  morning  beams  arife^ 
Your  painful  work  renew  j 


*$o        P  S  A  L  M    CXXVIII. 

And  till  the  ftars  afeend  the  ikies* 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  flsep,  and  coarfe  your  fare/^ 
In  vain,  'till  God  has  bleft  • 

But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  fhall  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends 
Shall  real  bleflings  prove, 

Kor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 


:o 


PSALM     CXXVIII. 

Family  bLejfings, 

Happy  man  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 
With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  I 
His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  fhall  ftand. 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 

Shall  on  the  labors  of  thy  hand 
its  kindly  bleflings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine; 
Thy  children  round  thy  board, 

Each  like  a  plant  of  honor  fhine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  (hall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 
For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 

The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  fend  thee  ble/Iings  home. 

j  This  is, the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his.houfe  increafe  -3 


ps  a  l  m  cxmx.       281 

Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  le,ave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM    CXXIX. 

Perfecutors  punijhedj 

I  TT  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifr'e!  fajsj-, 

\)      Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears;. 
My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 
And  ted'ous  as  the  years. 

4  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
Oft  they  affaiFd  my  riper  age, 

But  not  deftroy'd  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plow  had  tommy  Hefe, 

With  furrows  long  and,  deep, 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afrefh, 

Nor  let  my  forrows  fleep. 

4.  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throng 
And,  with  impartial  eye, 

MeafurM  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, . 
And  let  his  arrows  -fly* 

5.  How  was  their  infolence  furpm'd 
To  hear  his  thunders  roll  ! 

And  all  the  foes  of  Zisn  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul  I 

6  Thus  (hall  the  men  who  hate  the  faints 
Be  blafted  from  the  fky  5 
■  Their  glory  fade,  their  courage  faint* 
And'all  'their  projects  die. 

[7  What  tho'  they  fldurifh  tall  and  fair  £J 
They  have  no  root,  beneath  3 


***  PSALM    CXXX. 

Their  growtK  fhall  perim  in  defpair, 
And  he  defpis'd  in  death.  J 

S  Nn0^11  WfhlCh  °2  the  ho"^-top  flands, 
No  hope  of  harveft  gives  • 

The  reaper  ne'er  (hall  fill  his  hands, 

Nor  binder  fold  the  fheaves. 

9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place; 

No  traveller  beftows 
A  word  of  "Weffing  on  the  grafs, 

Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes.  J 

PSALM     CXXX.     Common   Metre. 
Pardoning  grace. 

1    O^t0^^  dCepS  °f   J°ng  dift^fS> 

\JF      The  borders  of  defpair, 

1  feni  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 

My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  mould1  thy  feverer  eye, 
And  thine  impartial  hand 

Mirk  and  revenge  iniquity, 
.  No  mortal  fleih  could  ftand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 
For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

[4  I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord,. 

With  ftrong  defires.I  wait  ; 
My  foul  invited    by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

[5  Jul*  as  the  guards  who  keep  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch'  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  li*ht; 
AiJ  tiLiit  ch;m  with  their  eyes  j* 


PSALM    CXXX.  28J 

/6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace. 
And,  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

j  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifr'el  truft, 

Let  Ifr'el  feek  his  face, 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 

And  pienfous  is  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enfiav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  ; 

And  ^TrW  fhail  be  fav'd. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXX.    Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace. 

FROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts. 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  raife  my  cries  : 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
No  Hefh  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

t  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there  ; 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  : 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  f 

4  My  .truft  is  nVd  upon  thy  word. 
Nor  ftiall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 


*84     PSALM    CXXXI.    CXXXIL 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done* 

PSALM     CXXXI. 

Humility  and  fubmijjion. 

I  |S  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

*     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  : 
Or  do  1  aft  a  haughty  part  f 

Lord,  1  appeal  to  thee. 

%  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftiJl, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 

And.  quiet  as  a  child.    \ 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  j 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM     CXXXII.    Long  Metre. 

At  the  feitlement  ofc  church  ;  or,  The trdinatkn 
of  a  minJ/ier. 

I    T  T  r  HERE  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 

VV     An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th*  eternal  mind 
Amon^ft  the  fons  of  flefh  and  blood  i 

%  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion^  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  flilf, 
His  church  is  with  his  pretence  ble& 


PSALM    CXXXIL  2.85 

3=  "  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
**  And  reign  forever,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
!*  Here  fhall  my  povv'r  and  love  be  known, 
4C  And  blefiings  mail  attend  my  word.  . 

4  rt  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
*<  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  5 
<fi  binners  who  wait  before  my  door 

«t  V/ith  fweet  previfion  {hall  be  fed. 

5  "  Girded  with  tru'ih,  and  cloth'd  with- grace, 
*6  My  piiefts.  my  minifters  fhali  fliine  -t 

**•  No:  Aar&n  in  his  coflly  drefs, 
*'  Made  an  appearance  fo  divine. 

6  "  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joys,  mall  fhout  and  ling  , 
4t  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
rM  And  7.ion  triumph  in  her  King. 

[7  "  My  Son  fhali  fee  a  num'rous  feed 
4i  Born  here  t*  upheld  his  glor*oas  name  ; 
*'  His  crown  fhali  fiourifh  on  his  head, 
«  While  all  his  foes  are  cloath'd  with  fhame."] 

PS'AL  M    CXXXII.    Common  Metre. 

A  church  ejlahlijhtd* 

[  I  1WTO  fleep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes 

JlV      Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found,  below  the  ikies, 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

%  The  Lord  in  *Zhn  pJac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  ; 
To  Zim  the  whoU  nation  camr, 

To  wcr^i^L thrice  a  year. 
A  a 


*26         PSALM    CXXXIK. 

3  But  we  nave  no  fuch  lengths  to  gc3. 
Nor  wander  far  abroad  j 

Where -e'er  th-y  faints  afftmble  now, 
There  is  a  hjoufe  for  God,] 

Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife  I 
And  enter  to. thy  reft, 

Lo  '  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eycsy 
"Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  gior'ous  train, 
Thy.fpirit,  and  ?hy  word  ; 

All  which  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vow*? 
Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  .Here  let. the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  fhine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  courts  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let, him  hold  a  lafting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 

Freih  honors  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.     Common  Me*. 

.   Brotherly  love. 
O,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
Are  brethren  who  agree, 
Ltreiiiren,  whofe  chearfiri  hearts  unite 
&i  bands  of  piety  I 


PSAL  M    CXXXIIL  2^7 

.2  When  ftreams  of  love  from  Chrift  the  fpring 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  ioul, 
And  heav'nly  peace5  with  balmy  wing, 

Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  fweet, 
On  darsrfs  rev'rend  head, 

The  trickling  drops  perfurn'd  h.jfr-feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  plealant  as  the  morning  de?# 
.Which  fall  on  Zions  hill, 

Where  God  his  mildefi  glory  fhews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

P  S  A  h  M     CXXXIII.     Short  Metre. , 

Gommunisn  of  faints  ;  or,  hove  and  vjorJ}\lp  in 
a  family. 

1  f^LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace 

Q    Whofc  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pieafe, 
Thro*  all  their  ad  ions  run. 

2  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfe  ■   * 
Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet,, 

Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows 
K£ake  their  eoaimun'on  fweef. 

3  Thus,  when  on  daron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume,. 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleaiure  hll'4  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills, 
The  faints  are  bleft  above,  * 

.Where  joy  like  morning  dew  Qifhik^ 
,   And  all  the  air  is  love. 

■■A  a -8      .-■ 


2^8     PSALM    CXXXriL    CXXXIF, 
P  S  A  I/M    CXXXIII. 

The  bkjfmgs  of  frimdjbip. 

1  T  TOW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

JL  X  Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  m  their  proper  ftation  move, 

And  each  fulfil  their  part 

With  fympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love ! 

2  JTis  like  the  ointment  (bed 
On  Aaron9 s  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fvveet; 
jThe  oil  thro*  all  the  room 
Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  fhow'rs  of  rain 
Which  water  all  the  plain, 

T)efcending  from  the  neighVring  hills  5 

Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heavily  dew  diftils. 
PSALM    CXXXIV. 

Daily  and  nightly  devQtion. 

1  "\7"E  wfco  obey  th*  immortal  King, 

Attend  his  holy  place, 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blels  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  ycur  hands  by  morning  light, 
And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 

Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 

Above  the  ftarry  &y. 
*  The  God  of  Zion  chears  your  heirts 

With  rays  of  quiclt'ning  grace  -, 


ALM     CXXXV.'  y%% 

The  God  who  fpread  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  (welling  Teas. 

PSALM  CXXXV    FirftPari.    Long  fe. 
The  church  is  God  s  houfe  and  cars, 

Jj  '  While  in  his  holy  .-courts -ye  wait* 
'Ye  faints,,  who  to  his>houie  -belong, 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate, 

2  Pralfe  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good 
To  praiie  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
Ijr'el  he.chofe  of  old  ;  and  ft  ill' 

His  church  is  his  pecul'ar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will -judge  his  faints  : 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  ; 

And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Regents  the 'farrows  which  he  fends, 

4  .Thro*  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th*  ©ppreiTors  rod  ; 
He  gives  his  fufPring-  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  ib*  Almighty  Go  J, 

■5   Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  taite  bis  love. 
People  and  pr  lefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  : 
His  church  is  kh.Jerkfakm*  * 

PSALM     CXXXV,     Semid  g*& 

The  works  of  creation,  frovidencs^  redempiia  "  ff 

Ifrael,  and  de/lru-BUn  of  enemies. 
,  1  jf~>t  RSA  r  .is  the  Lord/sxal  ted.  hhh ., 
\JT   Above  aJS  pow'rs  and  ev'rv  tnronv 
X?  :^reper  he  ple«-;fe  in  earth  g:      \ 

issLV^jO:  hell,  nis    ,■   .  .     .  :  •  do^g 
A   p   ° 


■sgs  PSALM    C2XXV. 

7.  At  his  command  thz  vapours  rife, 
The  lightnings  Haih,  the  thunders  roar, 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tefnpeft,  from  his  airy  ilore. 

3  'Tvvas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt  !  thro*  thy  ftubborn  land  ;     # 
When  all  thy  hrft  born,  beafts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifr'gl,  whom  his  hand'  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  Have  ! 

5  If  is  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
Who  rxves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell  > 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poiTefs, 
•Whence  thofe  apoilate  angels  tch» 

PSALM     CXXXV.    Common  Metre. 
Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  Idols. 

AWAKE,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King, 
Your  fweeteft  paffions  raife, 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  ling, 
Increafing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord ;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  ; 
But  ftill  his  faints  are  near, his  throne, 

His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

v%  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  confe fs  his  hand-; 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 
SLrght'ning:  and  ftorm  at  his  command 

Sweep  through  the  founding  Ikies. 


PSALM    CXXXVL  29* 

4  All  powV  which  gods  or  kings  have  claim' d 
Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 

But  heathen  gods  ihould  ne'er  be  nara'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

*  5  Which  of  the  ilocks  or  itones  they  truft 
Cm  give  them  (how'rs  of  rain  ? 

In  vain  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  dud, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain  ! 

[6  Their  gods  have  tongues  which  cannot 
Such  as  their  makers  gave:  (talk. 

Their  feet  were  ne'er  deiign'd  to  walk  ; 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  who  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

5  New  England^  know  thy  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 

He  makes  thy  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  thine  honors  there. 

PSALM     CXXXVL     Common  Metre. 

God's  wonders  of creation^  providence^  redemp- 
tion of  Ifrael,  and  f ah  at  ion  of  his  people, 
GIVE  thanks  to-  God  the  fov'reign  Lord,  . 
His  mercies  JIM  endure^ 
-And  be  the  King  of  kings  adorM  : 
His  truth  is  ever  Jure,  * 

3t  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ! 

How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
<'Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea  he  fram'M  alon^ 

.How  wide  is  his  command  ! 


zqi  PSA  L  IvI    "CXXxVl. 

3  The  fun.fupplies  tbz*<hy  with  light,  ' 

H.TJJ  bright  bis  counfds  fhine  ! 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night  : 

His  works  are  all  divine. 

[4  Hi  ftruclc  the  f ms  of  .Efjr/^  dead, 

//;n/  dreadful  is  bis  rod  ! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 

How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  ("welling  Tea  in  two  ; 
His  arm  is  great  in  mighty 

And  j/ave  the  tribes  a  paflTacre  through  ; 
His  grace  and  powr  unite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  ami/  there  he  drown'd  ; 
//  iv  glorious  are  bis  ways  ! 

Ani  bfrmght  his  faints  thro'  defart  ground; 
Eternal  be  bis  praife. 

7  Great  mon  ..-chs  fell  beneath  his  hand.; 
Victor' ous  is  his  fword  ; 

While  Ijrel  toolc  the  promisM  land  : 
And  faithful  is  his  wjrd.] 

8  fie  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 
He  felt  his  pity  move  ; 

Ho*v  fad  the  iiate  the  world  was  in  f 
How  boundlefs  was  his  love  ! 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe  ; 
His  gzodnefs  never  fails  ! 

From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 

And  Jl ill  his  gracf  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  Kings 
His  ?7icrcies  Jiill  en&urey 

Lst  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fina: : 
• .  His  truth  is  ever  Jure, 


PSALM    CXXXVI,  291 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXXVI. 

■j  ^>j  IVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high^ 

\jf  The  universal  Lord, 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings^ 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  povfr  and  grace 

Are  Jiill  the  fame  \  $, 

And  ht  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife, 

a  How  mighty  is  his  hand! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas5 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone, 

Thy  mercy ,  Lord, 

Shall  Jiill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word, 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light; 
The  moon  and  twinkling;  (rare, 
To  ehear  the  darkfome  night. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ft  ill  the  fame  j 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

£4/ He  fmote  the  firft  born  fon-% 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

*2hy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  JUll  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 


294  HALM    CXXXVL 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  red  fea  in  two ; 
And  for  jiis  people  made 

A  world'rous  paffage  through. 
His  pov/r  and  grace 
Are  lliil  the  fame  ; 
A*fd  let  his  name 
Have  endkfs  praife, 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd  ; 
And  brought  his  tjr'el  faf« 
Thro'  a  long  defart  ground, 

Thy  mercy^  Lord, 
Shall  /till  endure  ; 
Anfcver  jure 
Abides  thy  word. 

Pause. 

7  The  Kings  of   Cantan  fell 
^Beneath  h-is  dreadful  hand  ; 
WLit'e  his  own  fervants  took 
PojTriHon  of  their  land. 

His  potvr  and  grace 
Are  jiiil  the  fame  \ 
And  Ut  his  name 
Have  endlcfs  pT&ife*] 

g  He  faw  the  .nations  lie 
-  AH  perifhmj  in  lin, 
And  ptty'd  ihe  fad   itate 
The  ruinM  world  was  in. 
Thy  mercy ,  Lord, 
I  ftill  endure  ; 


..P  S  A  L  M    CXXXVL  f       295 

And  ever  fure  j 

Abides  thy  wsrd. 

q  He  fent  his  only  Son 
To  fave  us  from  our  woe., 
From  fatan,  fin  and  death3 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  pcw'r  and  grace 

Are  Jill  the  Jams  j 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife, 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God? 
To  God  the  heavenly  King  y 
And  tet  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  iing* 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  JIM  erdufe^ 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy.  word, 

PSALM  CXXXVL    Abridged.   Long  Met* 

1  /">|  1VE  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife  \ 
VJJ  Mercy  and  tin tn  are  all  his  ways  ! 

Wonders  of  grcce  to  God  belongs 
■■Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  Lords,  renown, 

The  King  of  kingj^  with  glory  crown, 

His  mercies  ever  fiall  encute, 

When  lords  arc)  kings  aie  krewn  no  mere; 

— 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  &y, 
And  nVd  the  Batr\  lights  on  high  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  Qtd  belong^ 

Repeat  his  merms  in  jaur  Jmg* 


396     <    P-  S  A  L  M    CXXXVI1L 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night; 
His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure , 

When  funs  and  moons  fhall  fhine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  1 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belongs 

Repeat  bis  rmrciss  in  your  Jong. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within  : 
His  mercks  ever  Jhall  endure, 

When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  msre. 

7  He  fent  his  fon  with  pow'r  to  fave     ,  , 
From  guilt  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  j 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belongs 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  yotfr  [ong, 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  &etr 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat  : 

His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  {hall  be  no  more. 

PSALM    CXXXVIII.    Long  Metre. 

Refioring  and  pre ferving  grace. 

tjyITH  all  mypow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  j 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

f  2  Angels  who  make  thy  church  their  care 
Shall  wknefs  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  fkies,} 


PSALM    CXXXIX,         297 

3  I'll  fins;  thy  truth,  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  mulsh  thy  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes  j 
He  did  my  riling  fears  controul, 

And  ftrength  diffiis'd  through  all'  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  Mate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  fcorrrs  the  great, 
But  from  his  throne  ckfcends  to  fee 

The  fons  of  humble  poverty. 

6  Amid  ft  a  theufand  fnares  I  fland 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ! 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  fvill  compleat  what  grace  begins, 
To  favc  from  forrows  or  from  fins : 
The  work  which  wtfdom  undertakes 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM  CXXXL-fC.  FtrftPart.  Long  Met. 

The  all 'feeing  God. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me' 
-  \j(  through  : 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifmg  and  my  Reding  hours, 

My  heart  and  fleih5  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  tyefbre  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  c  illinctly  known  ;' 

He  knows  the  woifds  I  mean  to  fpeak 
E'er  from  my  op'i.iing  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  1  ftand  5 
On  evVy  fide  I  Irmd  thy  hand  : 


%<fi  P  S  A  L  M    C-XXXIX. 

Awak*,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft.  and  great  ! 
•What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height  ! 

My  foul,  with  ail  the  pow'rs  i  boaft, 
Are  in  the  bcundlefs  p^oipect.  loft. 

5  if  may  theft  thoughts  p9JJefi  my  breajl 
Where-  e'er  1 1  over  where  e'er  1  reft. ! 
Nor  let  my  meaner  pajjims  dare 
LGKjent  to  fin^  for  God  it  there \ 

P    A    ff    S    I.      I. 

6  Could  I  ib  falfe,  fo  faith!  efs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  1  thy  pretence  fliun, 
Of  from  thy  dreadful  gx*y  run  ? 

7  If  .up  to  heav'n  I. take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dweli'it  enthron'd  in  light  \ 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vefYg'ance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  benea;h  his  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a. morning  ray, 
I  flj  beyond  fat  Weft ern  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  flrft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugi  tive. 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  (hurt  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  ve-1  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray  . 
Would  kindle. darknsfs  into  day. 

10  0  may  thefe  thoughts  pojjifs  my  breaft 
Where- e'er  I  rove^  where-  e\  r  1  reft  ! 
Nor  lei  my  meaner  pajjions  care 
Qonfent  to  ftn,  for  God  is  tbtre* 


F  S  A  L-M    QXK%m.  %99. 

Pause.     II. 

XI  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difgui'fe, 
Nor  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearcmng  eyes  y 
Thy  hand  can  Teize  thy  foes  as  Coon' 
Thro*  midnight  fhades,  as  glazing  door, 

5  2  Midnight  and  noon,  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're -both  alike  to  thee, 
Noraie^th  can  hide  what  God  will  4"^V 
And  hell  Iks  naked  to  his  eye. 

1 3  O  may  ihefe  thoughts  pojfifs  my  brmfi 
Where- eer  I  rove%  yjhere-ier  I  reft  !  ■ 
Nar  let  my  meaner  paj/fims  dare 
Confent  ts  fin^  for  G '■;•  ♦  is  there.  - 

PSALM     CXXXIX,'   Second  Pert* 

'The  wonderful  formation' of  man. 
TflWAa  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  camej 

J[     A  work  of  fach  a  c'urous  frame  j 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  (bine, 
And  each  proclaim  thy  will  divine. 

a  Thine  eyes  did  al!  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ii  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Forrn'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And   what  thy  fov'reign  counfels.fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart) 
Were  copy 'd  with  unerring'art. 

4.  At  laft,  to  fhew-my  Maker's  name, 
G,od  flamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  fome  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finifh'd  members  to  the  mind, 
B  hz 


3oo       PSALM    CXXXIX. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  begjui^ 
And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man  : 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  acted  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thc*jghts  of  love  to  rae  furmount 

The  pow  r  of  numbers  to  recount* 

j  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  which  makes  the  {hone, 

Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 

The  num'rous  wonde:»  jf  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  impreft^ 
With  thefe  1  give  my  eyes  to  reft  : 
And  at  my  Waking  hr;ur  I  find 
God  and  his  love  polk  is  my  mind. 

PSALM     CXXXiX.     Third  Part. 

Sincerity  prcfefty  and  grace  tried  \  or,  The  heart* 
fearching  Gcd. 

MY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 
When  imp'ousmuitranfgrefs  thy  will* 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  prophane, 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2,  Does  not  my  foul  d<>  teft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  who  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought  % 
Tho'  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
1  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes* 


P  SALM    CXXXIX*  301 

4,  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ?■ 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  t 
O  turn  my  feet  when -e'er  I  ftray,- 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM CXXXIX.    iJt-'P&g  Com.  Met, 

God  is  every  where.  - 

1-  TN  all  my  vail  concerns  witrrthee3 

In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  of  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  alt-furrounding  fight  furveys ; 

My  rJfing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways^ 

And  fecrets  of  my -bread* 

3.  My  thoughts  lie  open" to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  e'er  my  lips  pronounce  the  word3 

He  knows  the  (gi\[q  i  mean, 

4:  O  wond'rous  knowledge  deep  and  hlgfef , 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  f 
Witnin  thy  circling  arms  I  lie$« 

Befet  onev'ry  fkbs 

5>So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftilfj . 

Aiid  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill5 

Secur'd  by  fov-'reign  love. 

P    A    U    S    E. 

6  Lord,  where  (hall  guilty  fouls  retire,  . 

Forgotten  and 'unknown; 
la  kelF they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire., 

In  heav'n  thy  glor'bus-  throne, 

B  b  -3. 


30*         PSALM    CXXXIX. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 
To  Ycape  the  wrath  divine, 

Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death^ 
And  make  the  gFave  reflgn, 

8  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning-light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  Wefty 

Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  flighty 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 

Thofe  Earning  eyes  which  guzrd  thy  law^ 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  neon,  the  midnight-hour* 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 

O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee  I 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXKIX.     Seen* Parti 

*£he  wlfdom  of  God  in  the   f*r?nation  of  man. 

WHEN  I  with  pleafing  wonder  ftand^. 
And  all  my  frame  iurvey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work ;  1  own,  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

,  a -Thy  hand  my  rjeart  and  reins  poiTcfl 
Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifdom  ail  my  features  trae'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd' 
The  growth  of  ev'ry  part  : 

>Ti]l  the  whole  fcheme  thy  tho'ts  had  laid 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  w&$r 
Shew  me  thy  wond'ious  Ikill  $, 


PSALM  CXXX1X.     CXLI.    303 

,    But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  Ihine, 
My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife  j 

Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature,  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

PSALM     CXXXI-X.     Third  Bart. 

The  mercies  of  G  jd  innumerable. 
An  livening  Pfaira 

1  1       ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er 
1  j      They  itnlce  me  with  furprife  ; 

Not  all  the  fands  which  fprcad  the  fhore 
To  equ  il  numbers  rife. 

2  M    ikfo  with  fear  and  wonder  ftand& 
The  product  or  thy  (kill  ; 

And  hou'ly  bieiltfigs  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  o^  love  reveal. 

3  Tnefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  j 
H)  v  kind,  now  dear  to  me  J 

O  may  the  hour  which  ends  my  fleer* 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

PSALM    CXLI. 

Watchfulnejs  ani  brotherly  reproofs 
A  morning  or  evening  Pi'alm. 

MY  God  accept  my  early  vows 
Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  iec  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  Jips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rafii  and  heedlefs  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  iinners  iead^ 


304  PS  A  L  M    CXLII. 

fO  may  the  right'ous,  when  I  ftray, 
mite  and  reprove  my  wand  ring  way  f 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  fhed, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  preft  with  grief 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief  5 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much,! prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSA  L  M    CXLII. 

G">d  is  the  hope  of  the  helpkfs. 

I    HP^J  God  1  made  my  forrows  known 

J[        From  God  I  fought  relief  • 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne, 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

%.  Mv  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes 

My  heart  began  to  break; 
My  G  id,  who  a!!  my  burdens  knowsj 

He  knows  the  wiyl  take. 

2; On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gone,    - 

While  friends  and  ftran^ers  pafs'd  me  by  > 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4.  Then  -did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
c<  Thou  art  my  Portion  when  I  die, 

Be  thou,  my  Refuge  here.*' 

r   Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, - 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend  ; 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  knovv- 

Tve  an  Almighty  friend. 

v  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free,  . 
Then  joiali  I  praife  thy  naaae-j 


PSALM    CXLIII.  y>j 

And  holy  men  (hall  join  with  me 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM    CXLIIL 

Complaint  of  heavy  affiittions  in  mind  and  body* 

MY  right'ous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
Hear  when  i  fpread  my  hands  abroad,, 
And  cy  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known  I 

%  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  th-y  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  \ 
Should  j  lift  ice  call  us  to  thy  bar. 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

2  L»ook  down  in  pity.  Lord,  and  fee 
i  he  mighty  woes  which  burden  me  ;. 
Down  to  the  dull:  my  life  is  brought^ 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
MW  heart  is  defola  e  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  rnufing  filerrce  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace; 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 

To  bear  my  linking   (pints  up  ; 

1  fetch  my  hands,  to  God  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  lands  for  rain, 

6  For  thee  I  tftirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  j, 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  f* 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  I 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  | 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  & 
Make  hafte  to  help,  before  I  die, 


$oS  P  SAL  S0    GXL1W 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftreiling  pains,  diltrcffing  fears  ; 
G  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary'd  powers  rejoice  •! 

9  n  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  frgh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  foul  on  high  : 
For  thee  lit  waiting  a'!  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

io  B'eJc  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fhow 
Wnich  is  the  path  my  feet  mould  go  ; 
If  fnares  and  foes  befct  the  road, 

I  fly  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

I I  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  hea/nly  hill; 
Let  the  good  fplrit  of  thy  lo/e 
Conduit  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

j  2  Then  (hall  my  foul  no  more  complain^ 
Tne  tempter  then  ihill  rage  in  vain  : 
And  fbih,  which  was  my  foz  before^ 
Shall  never  vex  my  fp  if  it  more. 

P  S  A  L  M:    CXL'IV.     FlrJlTari. 

J  finance and  vlftory  in  the  fpiritual  war  fan, 

1  r?OR  ever  blefcd  b:  the  Lord, 
Jj        My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  j 

He  fends  his  fpirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  iit\  and  hell  their  force  unite,  • 
Hi  mikes  my  foul    his  care, 

inftrufts  me  to  the  he.xv'nly  fight, 
Ana  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 

2  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 
Doth  my  weak  courage  raifc  ; 


PS  A  L  M    CXLIV.  gof 

Me  makes  the  glcr'ovs  vidVry  mine, 
And  his  {hall  be. the  praife. 

PSALM     CXLIV.     Second  Part. 

The  vanity  of  man ,  <wo/  condefcenfwn  of 
Pod. 
I  T    ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man ^ 

|  j     Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  I 
His  life  a  fhadcw,  light  and  v«un, 
Still  hafting  to  the  duft. 

a  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  mould  m  Ice  it  his  concern 

To  vifit  him  with  gi  ace  ? 

3  That  Gcd,  who  darts  his  lightnings  de.wn 

Wbo  makes  the  world  above, 
And  mountains  tremble- at  his  frown, 
.  How/  wond'rcus  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM     CXLIV.     Third  Part. 

Grace  above  riches  ;  or,  The  happy  nation* 
1   "T  TAPl'Y  the  city  where  their  fons 
^j_   Like  pillars  reuh*  a  pa'ace  tet9 
And  oaughtf  rs  bright  as  poiifh'd  ftones. 
Give  (hength  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

2.  Happy-the1"  country  where  the  fheep, 
Cattle  i.nd  corn,  have  large'increafe  5 
Where. men  fecurtly  wo;!c  or  fi'-ep,. 
Nor  fens  of  plunder  break  their  peace, 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  blcft  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all  fufficient  Gcd 
Himfelf  with  all  his  grace  bcitov,'?. 


^o8  PSALM    CXLV. 

PSAL  M    CXLV.    Long  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God.' 
5  Tt  flTY  God,  my  King,  thy  var'ous  praife 

xVA   Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ;, 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  j 
And  ev'ry  fating  fun  fhall  fee 

New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Tnv  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ftream  $ 
Thy  mercy  (wilt ;  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dread  fur  to  the  frubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'ieign  glory  fhine  ; 
And  fpeak  thy  M^jefty  divine  ; 

AH  nations  round  their  fhores  proclaim 
The  found  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diffont  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucce/lkn  of  thy  praife  : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fongr 
The  joy  and  labdT  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  womi'rous  deeds  ? 
Thy  iireatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  • 
Vaft  and  unfearchabls  thy  ways ; 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  I 

PSALM     CXLV.     FWJiParU 
The  greatnefs  of  God. 


■L 


ONG  as  I  live,  I'Jl  blefs  thy  nam*, 
My  King,  my  God  of  Jove  5 


.•PSALM    CXLV.  2D0 

My  work  and  joy  (hall  be  the  fame  , 
in  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pew'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 

Ell  ftrtg  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat, 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue3 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 

The  men  who  hear  my  {acred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cneaifui  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  ft all  teach  thy  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  Ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glor'ous  deeds  of  ancient  date 
Shall  thro5  the  world  be  known  -t 

Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate, 
With  public  fpiendor  ihown.. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands3 
Thy  iaints  are  rul'd  by  love  j 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  itands 
Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove, 

F  S  A  L  M     CXLV.-    Second  Pari, 
\Thejrtidnefs  of  God. 
J    OWEii  r  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace9 

£j     My  God,  my  heav'nly  Kingly 
Let  age  to  age  thy  right'oufnefs 

In  longs  of  glory  iing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodneis  to  the  ikies  ;  - 
Thro'  thz  whole  e?,rth  his  bountv  .fhincs? 

And  e/'rv  want  fuppiies. 
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$i*  PSALM    CXLV. 

3.  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wai£ 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  literal  hand  provides  their  meat, 

And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  ! 
How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 

How  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  foul  he  loves. 

5  Creatures  wich  all*  their  endlefs  race 
Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 

But  faints  who  tafte  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM     CXLV.     "Third  Pari. 

Mercy  to  fufferers^  or,  God  hewing  prayer* 

1  "¥"     ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak,: 
\  j     Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all  ; 

Thy  'trength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  who  fall. 

2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or   virtue   lies    diftreh: 

Beneath  fome  proud  oppreilbr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tott'ring  days,. 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 

Holy  and  jud  are  all  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  words  are  truth. 

4  H^  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  fed. 
He  hears  his  children  cry, 

And  their  beft  wifhes  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  fincerei 


PSALM    CXLVL  jn 

He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 

Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
[6  His  ftubborn  foes  bis  fword  fhal!  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  who  ferve  the  Lord  fhall  fayy 

"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain.'* 

[7   My  lips  fhall  dwerl  upon  his  praife^ 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  5 
J#et  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 

The  honors  of  their  God,J 

PSALM     CXLVL    Long  Metre, 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 
I  TT)K  AISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  fhall  joia 

JL        In  works  id  pleasant,  fo  divine  j 
Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  aboriev 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

*  Praife  (kali  employ  my  nobleS  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be'paft, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 

3  Why  fliouid  I  make  a  man  my  .iruft  i 
Princes  rauft  die  and  turn  to  duft  5 

-  Xheir  breath  departs^  their  pomp  and  pow% 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  rnan3  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfreVs  God  !  he  made  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  trains 
And  none  fball  find  his  proaufe  vain, 

5  His  truth  forever  flands  fecure*' : 

He  faves  th*  opprefl,  he  feeds  the  poor  3 
He  (ends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace3 
ilnd  grants  th$  pris'ner  fweet  relea^ 
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3i  a  n>AL  M    CXLVI. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  | 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 

The  widow  and  the  fatheriefs. 

7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  wellt 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  ever  reigns. ; 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

PSALM   CXLVL 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth! 

I'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  : 
And,  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pad 
Wnile  life  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

1  W-hy  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh.  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  a%d   pow'f> 
And  thoughts  all  vaniih  in  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promlfe  good. 

j-Hzppy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifr'eTs  God  !  he  made  the  fky, 

And  earth  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  ;. 
Kis  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  ; 
He  feves  th*  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  (hall  find  his  promife  vain, 

4.  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace  j 
He  helps  ths  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 


fULM.   CXLY1I.  313 

The  widow  and  the  father!  efs, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  iweet  releafco 

5  He  loves  his  faints  ;  he  knows  them  well* 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  Xion  !  ever  reigns  : 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  : 

Praife  him  in  everlafling  ftrains. 

6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breati9 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death 

Praife  fhill  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  he  pair 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  lait, 

Or  immortality  endures* 

P  S  A  L  M    CXLVIL    Firfi  Part. 

The  divine  nature,  providence  and  grace, 
2  IP) RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  tor.aife 

J7    ®ar  hearts  and  voices  w  his  praife  ^ 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

%  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem^ 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  (oul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole, 

%  He  form'd  the  frar?^  thofe  heav'nly  flames  | 

He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  namss  x 

His  wifdora's  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound  ; 

A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd,  ' 

I 
4-  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  rrreat  his  might | 

And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the-  juij^ 

And  .treads  the  wicked  to  the  dui» 


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zn        PSA  l  m  cxLvir; 

Pause. 

f^Jn?  t0  f\Lord>  exaIt  h^  high, 

Who  fpreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  %  ; 

I  here  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  iefcend  in  vain. 
6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hHls  adorn, 
And  Rothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  t 

1  he  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
Andthe  young  ravens  when  they  cry! 
i  What  is  the. creature's  (kill  or  force, 

I  he  ipnghtly  man,  the  warlike  horfe  ? 

I  he  nimble  wit,  the  active  limb. 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 
8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear  5 
Ana  looks  and  loves  his  ima^e  there. 
*■■  SALM     CXLVIif  Stand  Part: 
Summer  and  JVmttr. 
A  Song  for  America. 

3  C     UM8>,4!  Praife  thy  mishty  GoJ» 

Anc^  m*k»  his  honors  known  abroad  * 
He  bids  the  ocean  round  thee  flow  ; 
Not  bars  of  brafs  could  guard  thee  fo. 
*  Thy  children  are  fecure  and  bfeft  ; 
Thy  fhores  have  peace,  thv  cities  reft  j 
He  feeds  thy  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleffing  to  their  meat. 
3  Thy  changing  feafons  he  ord^ns 
Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains  ; 
His  flakes  of  mow  like  wool  he  fends 
&nd  iKus  the  (pricing  com  defends/ 


PSALM    CXLVII.  3tS 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  5 
His  hail  defcends  with  clatt'ring  found  -9 
Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold 

Who  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 

5  He  bids  the  Southern  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  diflblves,  the  waters  flow  : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways, 
Arnerica  f  to  jdraw  thy  praife. 

6  In  all  thy  climes  his  laws  are  feown  : 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  : 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  :  praife  ye  the  Lord  1 

PSALM   CXLVIL   Common    Metres 

The  Seafons  of  the  Tear, 

1  T^TITH  fengs  and  honors  founding  loul* 

*  ^       A.ddrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloudy 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  blelHng  down 
To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 

He  mak?s  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown* 
And  corn  in  vallies   grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 

But  man,  who  taftes  the  fineft  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honors  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 
Of  the  declining  year  ; 

He  bids  the^un  cut  fliort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

§  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 
Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  § 


Si6  PSALM    CXLVIIL 

The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When,  from  his  dreadful  ftoreson  high, 
He  pours  the  ratt'lmg  hail, 

The  wretch  who  dares  this  God  defy, 
S.iall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 
I'he  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 

He  caiis  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return 

S  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud, 

Fraife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLVIII. 

Pralfe  to  God  frs?n  all  creatures* 
E   X7"  E  tribes  of  Adam^  join, 

\       With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 

%  Th^u  fun  with  dazzling  ray*. 
And  moon  which  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  > our  Maker's  praife,< 
iVith  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 

Ye  floods  on  high, 

And  clouds  which  &f 

'In  empty  air* 


PSALM    CXLVIIL  #7 

jjj  The  fhiniag  world*  above 
In  glor'ous  order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move* 
By  his  fupreme  command  *, 

He  fpake  the  word, 

And  all  their  frame 

From  nothing  came, 

To  praife  the  Lord. 

I  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  paft, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 

In  diiPrent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wondrous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 

Pause; 

\  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 

And  monflers  of  the  deep, 
*The  fifli  which  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep, 
From  fea  and  fhore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  fti|l  difplay 
Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

>  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th*  almighty  Lord, 
And  ftorray  winds  which  blow 
To  execute  his  word  : 

When  light'nings  fhine^ 

Or  thunders  roar, 

Let  earth  adore 

His  hand  divine,  _^ 


3-i8  PSALM    CXLVIII. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
Which  fruit  in  plenty  bear. 

Beafts,  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 

In  various  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings  and  judges  fear 

The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King  ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honors  fing« : 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  ftate 

Make  you  forget 

His  pow'r  fupreme. 

g  Virgins  and  youth  eng3ge 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join  : 

Wide  as  he  reigns  X  * 

His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefs  ftrains. 

IO  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  vvho  rules  above 
He  brings  his  people  near 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  : 

While  earth  and  fky 

Attempt  his  praife, 

His  faints  (hail  raife 

His  honors  high. 


j?  S  A  L  M     CXLVIII.     Paraphrased. 

Univerfal  praife  to  God, 

1  T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

1  j  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures 
liet  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word,  [dwell  $ 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note.  Tins  pfalm  may  be  Jung  as  the  1 1 3/^ 
ffalmy  if  the  two  following  lines  are  addefi 
to  every  Jlanza,  viz. 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays. 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 

2  The  Lord  !  how  ab folate  he  reigns  ! 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ! 

Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  drains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell",. 
An  awful  throne  of  finning  blifs  : 
Fiy  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  tempefis,  and  his' fame 
In  founts'  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
And  the  fetet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  wind?,  and  waves  agrss 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  9 
Let  the  firm  eaith  and  rolling  ksy 

In  this  eternal  fcng  ccnfpire. 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  fkill, 
Vallies  lie  low  before  his  eye; 

And  let  his  praife  from  ev\ry  Hill 
ftife  tanefu)  to  the  neighb'riag  iky. 


320  HALM     CXLVI1L 

*7  Ye  flubborn  oaks  and  (lately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches,  and  adore  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  difPrent  ftrains  ; 
The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8   Birds,  ye  muft  make  his  praife  your  theme- 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  you  : 
While  the  dumb  hfh  which  cut  the  ftreara 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 

q  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  youfings  ? 

0  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings  ? 

10  Wide  as  his  vail  domin'on  lies 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  to  his  throne. 

1  §  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glor'ous  word, 
O  may  it  dwell  on  evVy  tongue  ! 
But  faints  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 

1 2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  : 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXLVIIL   Short  Metre. 

Univerfal    Praife. 
j     TT      ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

JLy     To  praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  haav'nly  hofts  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad.     * 

%     Thou  fun  with  golden  beam?, 
And  moon  with  d^t  rays, 


P  S  A  L  M    CXLVIIT.         i%i 

Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames* 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 
And  nVd  their  wond'rou?  frame  ; 

By  his  command  they  ft  2nd  or  move* 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife. 
Or  fali  in  fhow'rs  of  fnow, 

Ye  thunders,  mtrrm'rins  round  the  ikies 
His  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flafhing  fire, 
Agree  to  praife  the  T  ord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  dorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 
His  honors  be  expreft  ; 

But  famrs  who  t^ile  his  faving  love 
Should  firg  his  praifes  belt. 
Pause     I. 

7  Let  eanh  and  ocean  know 
Thev  owe  their  Maker  praife  5 

Praife  him  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monfkrs  of  the  feas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fky 
Let  his  biVh   praife  refound, 

From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around, 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  which  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food. 
And  he  expecls  vour  praife. 

JO    "Ye  birds  of  loftv  wing* 
On  high  his  praifes  bea% 


s*2  PSA  L  M    CXLIX. 

Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there, 

1 1     Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms* 

His  var'ous  wifdom  (how  ; 
And  fl-es  in  all  your  fhining  f warms* 

Praife  him  who  d  re  it  you  fo. 

11     By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  hono's  be  expreft  ; 
But  ia'nts  who  know  his  heav'nJy  grace* 

bhould  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

Pause     II. 

13  Monarch*  of  wide  command* 
P/aife  ye  th' e  ernai  K;ng  ; 

Juries,  adore  that  fjv'reign  hand 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring. 

14  T  et  vig'rous  youth  engage 
T"  found  his  praifes  high  ; 

While  ^owinx  babes  and  with 'ring  aga 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  fhown 
His  wond'rous  fame  to  ralfe  ; 

God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  end^efs  praife. 

16  '  et  nature  join  with  art, 
And  all  pronounce  him  bleff, 

But  faints  who  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
bhould  fing  his  praifes  beft, 

PSALM      CXIJX. 

pretife  Gad  all  his  fSints  >  or.  The  faints  judgn 

ing  the  world 
X      A    LL  ye  who  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
^\,  And  Ut  your  fongs  be  ntw  ; 


PSALM    CXLlX.  |S$ 

Amsdfl  tine  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  ihew. 

%  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Snail  thctr  Redeemer  fing  ; 
And  GentiU  nations  join  the  praife§ 

While  Z/t*  owns  her  King* 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juf\ 
Wncm  tinner*  tieat  with  fcorn  : 

The  metk  who  lie  defpu'd  in  dull, 
Salvation  ihali  adorn. 

^  Saints  fhall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

iivn  on  a  dying  bed  j 
And  like  the  fouls  in  gloxy  fing, 

For  God  ihall  raife  the  dead, 

*  Then  his  high  praife  (hall  fill  their  tongues, 
Their  hands  ihall  wield  the  fword  : 

And  veng'aace  ihall  attend  their  i\)ti*99 
The  veng'aacc  of  the  Lord* 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment  feat  afcend% 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
!  Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  ail  his  friends 

Wno  humbly  lov'd  him  heie. 

1 1  Then  (hall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 

Nations  who  dar  d  rebel : 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doorn'd  to  hell. 


I  The  royal  finners  bound  in  chains 
New  triumphs  ihall  afford  ; 

Such  honor  for  the  faints  remains  | 
Praife  ye9  and  I©ve  ttec  Lqj#* 


3*4  PSALM    CL. 

PSALM    CL. ' 

A  Jong  of  praife. 
1    IN  God's  own  Home  pronounce  his  praife, 

JL     His  grace  he  tnere  reveals  j 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 

For  tnere  his  glory  dwells. 

4  i  et  all  your  facred  paifions  move, 

While  you  rehearfc  his  deeds  j 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  iove 

Your  hi^heit,  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  who  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 
Yet  wh-m  my  voice  expires  in  death, 

My  foul  (hail  praife  him  befr. 


The  Christian  DOXOLOGY. 
Long  Metre, 

TO  God  the- Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spidt,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common    Metre. 

TJ"    ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son> 
L*/   ^n^  bpirir,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  flints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre,  whtre  ihe  tune  includes  two 
Jianzas. 

I. 

THE   God  of  mercy   be  ador'd 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 


D   O   X   O   L   0   0    I    £   s 

Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  worJy 
And  new- creating   breath* 

1L 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  £on, 
I      And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  Ons9 
Let  faints   and   angels  join. 

Short   Metre. 

YE  angels   round    the   throne, 
And    faints   who    dwell    below, 
Worfhip   the   Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  bleis  the  Spirit  too. 

3U  the  1 1  ith  pfaim. 

OW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  fee 
internal   praife   and  giory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
|'i  And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  ttfith  pfalm. 

TO    God    the   Father's   throne 
Perpet'al    honors   raife  -s 
Glory   tP   God    the   Son, 
To  God   the   Spirit,   praife  : 
With   all    our    pow,rs> 
Eternal    King, 
Thy   name   we    ilng, 
While   hhh   adores. 

THE    END. 


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TABLE 

To  Ead  out  any  Pfalm  or  part  of  a  Pfalmi 
by  the  firfl  Line  of  it. 

A  Pag$ 

ALL  ye  who  love  the  Lord,  rejoice  322 

Almighty  Kuler  of  the  fkies  18 

Amidft  thy  wrath,  remember  love  83 

Among  th*  afitmbiies  of  the  great  170 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  I  "}f 

And  wiii  tfte  God  of  grace  *7<* 

Are  all  the  foes  or  6ion  fools  1 18 

Are  iinners  now  (o  fenfelcft  grOWfl  29 

Anfe,  try  gracious  God  35 

Awake,  yc  faints,  to  piaife  your  King  290 
B 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  fty  41 
Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love    76 

Bchjld  the  morning  fun  43 

Behold  the  fure  Foundation -Stone  2+9 

Behold  thy  waiting  fcrvant,  Lord  200 

B'efs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  214 

Bleft  are  the  fons  of  peace  287 

Blert  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know  181 

Bleft  are  the  undcfil'd  in  heart  2 52 

BieR  is  the  mnn,  forever  bleft  67 

Bltit  it  the  man  whofe  bowels  move  90 

Bleft  is  the  .man  who  fhuns  the  place  3 

B^eit  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  .69 

C  *72 

CHildrem  in  years  and  knowledge  young 
Come  children,  itarn  tofearthebord  74 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  200 


TABLE. 

Peg* 

Colurr.b'a,  praife  thy  mighty  God  314 

Come,  found  his  praife  abroad  iqq 

Confider  all  my  forrows,  Lord  264, 

D 

DAVID  rrjoic'd  in  God  his  (length    48 

Detp  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  145 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay  fiS 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  106 
F 

■"SpAR  as  thy  name  is  known  101 

JP     Futher,  I  bk-fs  thy  gemie  hand  267 

Father,  1  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace  i±$, 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  276 
Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright   63 

Fool's  in  their  hearts  believe  ano  fay  2S 

For  ever  bkfltd  be  the  Lord  30$ 

For  ever  {hall  my  fong  record  179 

From  age  to  age  eyalt  his  name  228 

From  all  who  dwell  below  the  fkies  247 

JFrom  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  2^3 
G 

GIVE  shanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  227 
Give  thanks  toGcd,  invekfe  his  name  222 

Give  thanks  to  God  rnc£  high  29* 

Qive  thanks  to  God  ths  fov'reign  Lord  205 

Give  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife  2ng 

Give  to  the  Lo»d  ye  fons  of  fame  §f 

God  in  his  eatthlv  temple  lays  |*g 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints  qg 

God  my  fupporter  and  my  hepe  157 

God  of  eternal  We  2?6 

God  of  my  childhood  and  mv  youth  14S 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  g£ 

God  q£  my  mercy  and  my  piaife  23 3 


TABLE. 

Tag* 

God  will  arife  in  all  his  might  138 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav  nly  king  13s 

Great  God  attend,  while  Zion  fings  172 

G^eat  God,  hotv  oft  did  JiVel  prove  i65 

Great  God.  indulge  my  humble  claim  128 
Great  God,  the  heay'n's  well  order'd  frame  45 

Grtat  God,  whofe  univei  fal  fway  j  4.9 

Great  is  the  Lord , exalted  h:gh  289 

Greut  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  might  236 

Great  is' the  Lord  our  God  103 

Great  fhepherd  of  thine  Ifrael  167 
H 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  1/relhy  27$ 

Hippy  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord  2^9 

♦  Happy  the  city  where  their  fons  307 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God  66 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  5 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  210 

Hear  ^hat  the  Lore*  in  vifion  faid  182 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  25 

He  reigns  :  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns  202 

He  who  haih  made  his  refuge  God  jgo 

High  in  the  heav'ns.  eternal  God  7* 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  162 

Hew  did  mv  heart  rejoice  to  hear  272 

How  faft  their  guilt  and  forrow  rife  o2 

How  long,  O  Lord,  (hall  I  complain  26 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  27 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  j7I 

How  plea  Cant  'tis  to  fee  288 

How  pleas'd  and  hlefs'd  was  I  217 

How  (hall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  2cc 

1     j 

JEhovah- reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light  194. 

Jifusy  our  Cord,  ajcend  thy  throne  235 


TABLE. 

Jtfus  {foil  reign  where-e'cr  the  furs  i  Jo 

I  If  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  27a 

U  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny  *7q 

I  lift  my  foul  to  God  i  j 

W}\  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  7* 

.  I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  id 

1 1 II  fpeak  the  honors  of  my  Kin*  g* 

I  love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries  a4f 

in  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee  301 

In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not  i  j 
In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  \i* 

In  judab  God  of  old  was  known  j  $a 

Into  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth  11 

Joy  to  the  world  ;   the  Lord  is  come  20  < 

I  let  the  Lord  before  my  face  *Z 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  284 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  aii 
Judge  me  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  waya     J 

J^ges,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  lzi 

Jult  are  thy  ways  and  true  thy  word  A 

J*  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  ui 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  ti 
•U               L 

LE/    *\\  ^e  earth  their  voices  raifc  a0f 

^et  all  the  heathen  writers  join  *«, 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  ,  1 1 

'-etev'ry  creature  join  "a 

*t  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  t  o 

<et  finners  take  their  courfe  j2a 

-et  Sin  in  her  King  rejoice  „o 

*t  Zion  and.  her  ions  rejoice  ?Z 

<ord,  haft  thou  caft  Mw  England  off  I*! 

oid,  I  can  fufer  thy  rebuts  J4 


T    A    B    L    E. 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  n^ 

Lord,  1  eileem  thy  judgmenrs  right  257 

Lord,  if  chine  eyes  furvey  our  faults  187 

Lord,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear  24 

Lord,  I  havs  made  thy  word  my  choice  258 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  malt  hear  ±2 

Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days  72 

Lord,  I  would  l'pread  my  fore  diftrefs  1 10 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  174 

Lord,  thou  haft  cali'd  thy  grace  to  mind  1/6 

Lord,  thou  hair  heard  thy  fervant  cry  248 

Lord,  thou  haft  fear,  h'd  and  ken  me  thro'  297 

Lord,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere  38 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  H 

Lord,  'tis  a  piea.fartt  thing  to  ft  and   "  193 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  92 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  189 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I  154 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  307 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft  19 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er  303 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high  139 

I«oud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  319 

Lo  !  what  a  glor'ous  corner-ftone  251 

Lo,   what  an  entertaining  fight  286 

Tk  /TAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord  J 
J.VJL  Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  208 

Mine  eyes  and  my  defire  58 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  303 

My. God,  confider  my  diftrefs  262 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  9 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  122 

My  God,  my  eveiiafling  hope  147 

$&%  God,  my  King,  thy  var'ous  praifc  308 


1      A     iJ     L     Ji» 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  ^69 

Upward  1  lift  mine  eyes  27£ 

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X  T  ?E  hlefs  the  Lord,  the  juft  and  good  140 
t  VV  We  love  thee.  Lord,  and  we  adore  39 
F  What  ftiall  I  render  Co  my  God  241* 

'  When  Chrift  to  judgment  doth  defcend  106 
When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong  32 
When  Godj  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  23c 
When  God  rc£or*d  our  captive  ftate  277 
When  God  reveal 'd  his  gracious  name  278 
When  Ifr'il  freed  from  Pharmh's  hand  24* 
^Vvhen  //rWiins,  the  Lord  reproves  165 

"-When  i  with  pleaiing  wonder  itand  30* 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  79 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief  I2J 

When  pain  snd  anguifh  ieize  me,  Lord    267 
i  When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft  21 
Where  fhali  the  man  be  found  $6 

Where  mall  we  go  to  fcek  and  find  28$ 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways        yd 
While  I  keep  filence  and  conceal  6$ 

Who  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'n ly  place  33 

Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  29 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  197 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  & 

?  Why  did  tfce  nations  join  to  flay  7 

^Why  do  the  proud  infuit  the  poor  104, 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  $z 

Why  doth  the  Lord  ffand  off  fo  far  2* 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  I02 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forlbok  49 

Why  fhould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  ftet  %q 

"Vill  God  forever  call  us  off  156 

tWtih  ail  roy.pow'l*  rt  tot  sad  tongue  296 


TABLE. 

Pagi 

With  earned  longings  of  the  mine!  qi 

Wi;h  my  whole  heart  111  raife  my  fong  2  3 

With  my  wh  jle  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  26  j 

With  re/rencs  let  the  faints  appear  J  80 

Witn  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud  31  f 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  2*9 
Y 

YE  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice  70 

Ye  tflands  of  the  Northern  fea  204 

Yc  nations  rouni  the  earth  rejoice  207 

Ye  iervantg  of  th'  almighty  King  *  ).0 

Ye  ions  of  men,  a  feeble  race  19I 

Yc  fons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  juft  10 % 

Ye  who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  t±o 

"Yc  wh j  obey  rh*  immortal  King  38$ 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam    join  316 

^'et  (faith  the  Lord)  if  Davie?*  race  18 J 


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-SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 
BOOK        ~ 

COLLECTED  ERQM   THE  HOLY   SCRIPTURES, 

1.   d  new  fang  to  the  Lamb  that  wasjlain,  Reva 

1  TJ  EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb9 
J3     Amidft  his  Father's  throne  ; 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
And  fbngs,  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worfhip  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around, 

With  viais  full  Of  odours  fweet, 
And  harps  of  fweeteft  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints^ 
And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  : 

Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

[4  Eternal  Father,  who  fhall  look 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  *he  Son  fhall  take  that  booL, 

And  open  ev'ry  feal  ? 

5  He  fhall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees  j 

The  Son  deferves  it  well :   '  , 

Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell  I  J 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  ila&lJ 
Be  endlefs  -bkffings  paid  ;      4 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head, 

A  2 


4  HYMNS    AND  B.  I, 

7  Thcu  baft  redeem'd  our  fculs  with  bloctj, 
H-aft  fet  the  prif 'ners  free  : 

Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God, 
And  we  fhali  reign  with  thee. 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  put  beneath  thy  "pow'r  ; 

Then  ihcrten  thefe  delaying  days, 

And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 
II.  The  deity  and  humanity  of  Chiifr,  John  i. 

f>  3>  f4-     ^ol    i.  16.     Eph   iii    g,  io. 

E'ER  the  blue  heav'ns  wereiiretch'd  abroad 
,   From  ever; aft.' ng  was  the  Word  ; 
With  God  he  was,  the  Word  was  God, 
And  muft  divineiy  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  v/ere  all  things  made  $. 
By  him  fupported,  ail  things  ftand  : 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  E'er  fin  was  born,  or  fatan  fell, 
He  hd  the  boil  of  ihorning  (tars  j 
( Tb*/  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms, 
The  word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worm»# 
Drefs'd  in  fuch  feeble  fiefh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
TV  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 

How  full  of  truth  !  How  full  of  grace  f 
Whtn  thro*  his  fled  the  godhead  flionc  I 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myft'ries  here>  and  teU 
The  loves  of  our  descending  Gsd3 

3  he  glories  fof  Emmanueh 


B.  %    SPIRITUAL    SONG*.       5 

111.  The  nativity  ^Chrii%Lu,  i.  %Q^$c.  ii.  \Q* 

J    13  £  H  Oh D,  the: grace' appears  i 
jTj      The  promife  is  -fulnTd  ; 

MMrji  the  wond 'reus  virgin,  bears, 
And  Jf/zii  h  the  child  ! 

[a  The  Lord,  the -highest. God 
Calls  him  his  only' Sen-  : 
He  bids  hi m  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's,  throne. 

3  O'er  Ji7f^  fhall  he  reign 
Wi'.h  a  peculiar  fway  ; 

The  nations  fhall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.  . 

4  To  bring  the  glor'ous  news    . 
A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 

He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys* 

And  banifhes  their  fears. 

5  Go,  humble  fivain j,    (faid    he) 
To  David's  city  fly  j 

The  prornifd  Infant  bcrn  to-day^ 
Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  With  looks  and .  hearts  flerehe% 
Go%  vi jn  vChn«>.  your  king  \ 

I  And  ilialjhi  a  flaming  troop  was  fcz\\$\ 
The  fhepherds  heard  them  ling— » 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
rfnd  heavenly  peace  on  earth  : 


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fr  .  HYMNS     W&3  H.  I. 

9  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
And  heavenly  peace  on  earthy 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angeii  joy9 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth, 
IV.    HYMN,  referred  to  II,  P  S  A  L  Aft 

V.  Submijjion  to  afflictive  providence -j,  Job.  r.  31,'. 
£    'f^TAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

LN     t  And  crept  to  life  at  firfr, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  duft. 

3t  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  ftort  favors  borrow'd  now, 

To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  finks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
-He  gives,  and  (bk$ed  be  hit  name  !) 

He  takes  but  what  he  i^ave. 
4.  Peace,  all  our  an^r,  paffcons  then  j 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 
Be  fiient  at  his  fov'reign  will, 

And  ev'ry  murmur  die* 

5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives. 

Its  praifes  frail  be  fpread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  juitice  too, 

Which  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

VI.  Triumph  over  death,  Job  xix.  15,  26,  2^« 
f^\  RE^  f  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juftf 

V.T      *n(*  nat'ire  mu&  decay  ; 

1  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 

To  ciwdl  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith  can  triumph  o'er  the  gravr^ 
And  t* ample  on  the  tombs  : 

tAy  Jefm,  my  Redeemer  lives  ! 
My  Gudy  my  Saviour  egmea, 


B.I.    SPIRITUAL    80NG&      $■ 

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3  The  mighty  comj'ror  fhall  appear 
High  on  a  royal  feat, 

And  death,  the  laft  of  all  his  foes, 

Lie  vanqui&Yd  at  his  (tzt* 
.  .. 

4  Tho'  greedy  worms  devour  my  ikin* 

And  gnaw  my  wafHng  flefh, 
When  Gsd  fhall  build  my  bones  again* 
He'll  clothe  them  ail  afrefh, 

5  Then  (hall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 
With  flrong  immortal  eyes, 

And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 

With  pleafure  and  furprize. 
VII.  "flit  invitation  oj "the  go [pel ',  I  fa.  I  v.  12,  £&£ 

1  T    P  ^ '  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
%_j     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 

The  t  rum  pet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice 

2  Ho  '  all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls_, 
Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  ftrive  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empw  mind  ; 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepared 
A  foul- reviving  feaft, 

And  bids  your. longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  ftrearns, 
And  pine  away,  and  die  ; 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thinl 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ;  ; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 

Like^oods  of  milk  and  wine, 
f  6  Ye  "periihing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  mik  mighty  pain,  •    * 


T  HYMNS    AND  B.I. 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own* 
Which  will  not  hide  your  (rain  : 

*j  Come,  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 

With  robes  prepared  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labors  of  his  bon, 

And  dy'd  in  his  own -blood. J 

8  Dear  God,  the  treafures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlafting   mines, 

Deep  as  our  helpltfs  miseries  are, 
And  boundiefs  as  our  (ins  ! 

9  The  happy  gate*  of  gofpel  grace 
btand  open  ni^ht  and  day  ; 

Lord    vq  are  come  to  ietk  iupplies, 

And  drive  our  wants  away. 
VI  U.  protection  of  the  churchy  If.xs rvi. ^'&CJ 

1  XT  O  W  honorable  is  the  place, 

j|    where  we  adoring  iiand, 
Zicn>  the  glory  of  the  earth. 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
The  city  where^we  dwell  j 

The  waiis,  offtrong  faiv«tion  made, 
Defy  th*  affaults  of  hell. 

3  %Li ft  up  the  Rverlafiing  gates, 

The  doors  wide  6pm  mug  j 
Enter,  ye  nations,  and  obey 
The  ftatute  of  our  King, 

4  Here  (hall  you  tafce  un mingled  joys, 
And  live  in  perftct  peace  ; 

You  who  have  known  'Jehovah's  name., 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace*. 

5  Trufr  in  the  Lord    forever  trufr, 
And  banifh  all  your  ft.ars  : 

Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwell?, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 


.  y.  I.    SPIR1  TV  At    S  0  NGS.       $ 

to  What  the*  the  rebels  dwell  on  high  ? 

His  arm  fhall  bring  them  low  \ 
Low  as  the  caverns -of  the  grave 

Their  lofty  heads  fhall  bow. 
7  On  Babylon  our  feet  fhall  tread, 

In  that  rejoicing  hoar  -, 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  fhall  fpread 

A  pavement  for  the  poor. 
IX.  2 he  promt 'fes  of the covenant  of  grace %  Ifa.  ly. 
l,2.Zech.  xiii.  i.Mic.  vii.  lq  £ze.  xxxvi.  2J# 
I    T  N  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives, 

i    To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choiceft  bleffings  earth  can  yield 

Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 
ft  Come,  and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  our  fouls, 

'With -more  fubftantial  meat, 
vWith  fuch.as.  faints  in  glory  love. 

With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 

3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply. 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 

He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,   and  he'll  clean fe  our  fpotted  foufs^ 
And  wafh  away  our'ftains 

In  the  dear  fountain  which  his-  Son 
•       Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins, 
f  5  Our  guilt  fhall  vanifh  all  away, 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before  ; 
Our  fms  fhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 

And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 
6  And  left  pollution  -mould  o'erfpreal 

Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 
His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls^ 

With  purifying  rain.] 


jo  HTMN-S    AND  B.  R 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftubborn  thing, 
Which  terrors  cannot  move, 

Which  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
*  thall.be  diffolv'd  by  love  : 

8  Or  he  will  take  the  flint  away 
Which  would  not  be  refin'd, 

And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace 

Beitow  a  fofter  mind. 
<)  There  (hail  his  facred  Spirit  dwell, 

Arid  deep  engrave  his  law, 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 

To  fweet  obed'ence  draw. 
10  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 

And  we  (hall  render  praife  ; 
We,  the  dear  people  of  his  love,  .' 

And  he  our  God  of  grace. 
X.    Ulejfednefs  of  gpfpeCtime^  I  fa.  v.  2,  7,  && 

1  TT  O  W  beaut'o'us  are  their  feet 
ITjL  Who  Hand  onZirWs  hill, 

'Who  bring,  falvation  on  their ,tongues9 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

"  Zio*f>  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here/' 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for9 

And  fought,'  but  never  found  ! 
4.  Row  blefled  are  our  eyes, 

Which  fee  this  heav'nly  ligfajE  ; 
Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  itlong, 

But  dy'd  without  the  fight  ! 
£  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  $  -' 


L    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,     jm 

y&ufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 

f  And  defarts  learn  the  joyl 

fe  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm  . 

Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
B  Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

XL  The  fovereignty  of  Grate,  Lu.  x.-  21,  22» 
J  "~f1HERE  was  an  hour  when  Ghrift  rejoic£9 
j|.      And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife  j 
*<  Father^  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
"  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  neav'ns  and  feas. 
%  «  I  thank  thy.fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
■  *«  Which  crowns  my  doctrine  w-ithTucccfs  ; 
«'  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
*<The  heights  &  breadths,  &  lengths  of  grace. 
^3  "  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceaPd 
44  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit  ; 
«'  The  prince  of  darknefs  bunds  their  eyeSj 
*'  And  their  own  pride  refifts  the  ii^ht. 

4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becauie  thy  wiH 
P  Chofe  and  orda  n'd  it  ihould  be  fo  ; 
*6  'Tis  thy  delignt  t*  abafe  ihe  proud, 
*c  And  Uy  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
6i  But  thcfe- who  learn  it  from  the  Son  ; 

«c  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  received 

'«  But  where  the  Father  makes  mm  known.'* 

6  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
Who  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  | 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 

Or  of  his  actions,  or  decrees, 

X  [  1 .   Free  grace  revealing  Chri %  I  xrke  x.  T%* 

JILSUS    the  man  of  coriftant  grief, 
A  mourner  ail  his  da^s  y 

-  , 


His  fpirit  once  rejoic'ch  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 

2  Father,  I  thank  thy  wond'rous  lavey 
Which  hath  reveal }d  thy  Son 

To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
Has  made  thy  gofpel  known* 

3  The  myJTries  of  redeeming  grace 
Are  hidden  from  the  wije9 

While  pride  and  carnal  reas'ning's  pin 
To  jwell  and  blind  their  eyes, 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 
His  great  decrees  fulfil,, 

And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 

By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 
Xlii  The  tit  lei  &f  kingdom  yChrifr,If.xi.  2,6,7 

1  /"ipiHE  lands  which  iong  in  darknefs  Uy9 

fsow  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light  j 
Nations  which  fat  in  death's  cold  fhade 
Are  blefs'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  virgin's  promrs'd  Son  is  born  j 
Behold  th'  expe&ed  child  appear  ! 
What  fhall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counfellcr, 
[3  This  Infant  is  th?  Mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th'  Eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feaa 
17p;>n  his  fhoulders  (hall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  domin'ons  fliall  increafe  • 
And  honors  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  holy  child,  fhall  fit 
H'ijrh  on  bis  Father  David's  throne, 
J>ha]l  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  fects 
And  reign  ts  ages  yet  unknown. 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL    SONG^ 

XIV.    The  triumph  sf  Faith,  Rom.  viih  $$< 

1  \ll/HO  fhall  the  Lord's  ele&  conderaa^ 

*  *     'Tis  God  who  jultfies  their  fouis^ 
And  mercy,  Li  Ice  a  mighty  ftreani, 
O'er  ail  their  fins  divinely  rolls.    - 

2  Who  (hall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  t 
Tis  Chrift  wno  fuiFer'd  in  their  ftead  ± 
And  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rifmg  from  the  dead. 

3  He  lives  1  He  lives  !  and  fits  above^ 
Forever  interceeding  there  : 

Who  fhali  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  ihall  tempt  us  to  defpair  I 

4  Shall  perfecution,  or  diftrefs, 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 

He  who  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  throisglij. 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rcrs  £c(j» 

5  Faith  has  -an  overcoming.  pow9r,? 

It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrlfl.  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope,. 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  iuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do^. 
Nor  pow'rs  on  hign,  nor  pow'rs  helot^ 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove., 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from.  Chriji  am  Iove* 

XV.  Qur  ownwea^'nefs^  and  Chrift  mtr  firength 
2  Cor.  xii.  7,  9*   10. 

3  E  T  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay^. 

\^J  Strength  Jhall  be  equal  to  thy  daj* 
Then  111  rejoice  in  deeo  diftreiiL 
X^^jsg  c&  all-fufEcient  goes* 
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a.  I'll  glory  in  infirmity, 
That  Ckriji't  own  pow'r  may  reft  on  me ; 
"When  1  am  weak,  then  am  I  firong, 
Grace  is  my  fhield,  and  Cbrtfi  my  long. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  fufPiings,  while  my  Lord  U  here  ; 
Sweet  pleafares  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
(We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Smnpfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Phillftim  to  his  coft  ; 
Shock  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprize, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

XVI.  Hojanna  to  Chrijl,  Ma  xxi.  9.  Lu  xix  3$ 

I   XT  USANNA  to  the  royal  Son, 

Of  David's  ancient  line, 
His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 
Myfter'ous  and  divine. 

a  The  root  of  David  here  we  find 

And  offspring  is  the  fame  j 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 

In  our  Emmanuel's  name. 

3  Bleft  He  who  comes  to  wretched  men 
V/ith  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 

Hojannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 

4.  I  ct  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take  / 

Th*  kofanna  on  their  tongues, 
l^ft  rocks  and  ftones  fhould  rife,  and  break 
Tbcii  fik&cc  into  ft>ngs# 

Ana  ic»^.  »*  fl&»  ;" ■ — 


S.  I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    15 

XVII.  Vifory  over  Death,  1  Cor.  xv.  55,  &c? 
I    /^     FORan  over- coming  faith 

\J     To  chear  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  moniter  death, 

And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs. 

a  'Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  1  have# 

My  quiv'ring  lips  fliould  fing, 
Where  is  thy  boa/led  viffry,  .grave  ? 

And  where  the  mon/ier' \s  fiing  ? 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure, 
Death  has  no  iting  befide  ; 

The  law  gave  fin  its  damning  pow'r  5 
But  Chri/f,  my  ran  Com,  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory, 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 

Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  6le9 
Through  Chrijl  our  living  Head. 

XVIII.     Biejfed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  tU 
Lord   Rev.  xiv.   13. 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaim* 
For  all  the  pious  dead, 
bweec  is  the  favor  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 

%  They  die  in  Jefus,  and  are  bleft  j 
i     Hew  kir-d  their  {lumbers  are  ! 
From  furT* rings  and  from  fins  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  {hare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  flrife, 
They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  $ 

The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward 
B  2 


*6  'HYMNS    AND  B.  t 

XIX.   lie  Jong  */ Simeon,  Luke  i.  27,  Hu 
l|     ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

\^j     As  happy  5/>zw«  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 

O  make  our  joys  the  fame  1 
%  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
'When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms 

He  clafp'd  the  holy  Child  I 

3  Now  1  cm  leave  this  world,  he  cry'd9 
Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 

Tve  fcen  thy  great  faivation,  Lord, 
And  dofe  my  peaceful  eyes* 

4  This  is  the  light  prepaid  to  Jhlnt 
Upon  the  gentile  lands, 

Thine  Ifr'el's  glory  and  their  hope, 

To  break  their  Jlavijh  bands, 
[5  Jefus  !  the  vifion  of  thy  face, 
Hath  over-  pow'rirsg  charms  ! 
'  Scarce  ffcali  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
if  Chriji  be  in  my  arms. 
t  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart  ftrings'break, 

How  fweet  my  minutes  roll  i 
A  mortal  palenefs  on^my  cheek, 

And  glory  in  my  foul.] 
X3t.  Spiritual  appall,  viz  the  role  cf  right  eoufm 
nefiy  and  garments  of  Jalvation,  Ifa,  l*t*  io^ 
I   fk     W  AK'E  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 

JT%       Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  j 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 

Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 
a  'Tis  he  adcrn'd  my  naked  foul, 
And  made  falvation  mine  -9 


_B.   X.      bPI-RTTU/li*      oUiVt/6.       I  J- 

Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  made  his  grace  to  fhine.  ' 

3  And  left  the  ftiadow  of  a  fpot 
Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 

He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  caft  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 
What  earthly  princes  v/ear  ! 

Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
How  white"  the  garments  are  i 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  lovc^ 
And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 

But  Jejus  fpen-c  his  life  to, work 
The  robe  of  right'oufhefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array' J 
By  the  great  facred  Three  ! 

In  fweeiefi  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

XXI.  A  vifon  of  the  kingdom  of  Chrift  a?nmg 
men^  Rev.  xxi.  i,  2,  3,  4. 

1  T     O,  what  a  gior'ous  fight  appears 
^j     To  ohr>  believing:  eyes  ! 

The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away  5 
And  the  old  rolling  ikies. 

%  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  rdidesa 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  Neiu  Jzrifalem  comes  down 

Adorn 'd  with  fhining  grace, 
3  Attending  angels  ihout  for  joy3 

And  the  bright  armies  iing, 
Mortals*  behold  the  facred  fat- 

Of  your  defending {  King  / 
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"i8  HYMNS    AND  £.  I. 

4  The  God  ofjlory  dovjn  to  men 
Removes  his  kiefs' d  ah  fide  ! 

Men,  the  dear  objeSts  of  his  grace. 
And  He  the  loving  God. 

5  Hit  own  foft  hand  /hall  wipe  the  tears 
From  ev'ry  weeping  eye, 

And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears9 
And  death  itjdf  Jhall  die  ! 

6  How  long,  dear  Savioar  \  O,  how  Jong  ! 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

.And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

XXII.  &  XXIII.  Referred  to  thevyh  Pfalm. 

XX* V.  "The  rich  /inner  dying,  Pfal.  xli^   6,  9. 
'        Eccl.  .viii   8.  Job  iii.  14,  15. 

I    TN  vain  thefe  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

j[    And  heap  their  fhining  duft  in  vain, 
Look  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor, 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

%  Their  golden  cord'als  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  hea<ls, 
Nor  fright  nor  bribe  approaching  death? 
From  glitt'riRg  roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  Their  lingering,  their  unwilling  fouls 
The  difmal  fummons  muft  obey,  , 
And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewell, 

To  the  pale  lump  of  Iifelefs  clay. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  Kings  and  Haves  have  equal  thrones  : 
Their  bones  without  diitinction  lie 
\mong  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 

Tbt  reji  referred  to  the  49^  Pfalm* 


JB.L'  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     i9 

XXV.  A  vifim  of  the  Lsmb,  Rev.  v.  6,  7,  8,  9. 

I     4    LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 

£%^  Nor  sempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears;. 
Behold,  ainidft  th'  eternal  throne 
A  vifion  of  the  Lamb  appears. 

£2  Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  ; 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
His*wifciom  perfect  as  his  pow'r. 

3  ho,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 
From  him  who  fits  upon  the  throne ; 
JefuSs  my- Lord,  prev^ls  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown. J 

4  All  the  aflembled  faints  around 
Fall  worshipping  before  the  Lamb, 
And,  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel- found 
Addrefs  their  honors  to  his  name. 

f  5  The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er  the  everlaftins  hills  5 
Worthy  art  thou  alone  (they  cry)  - 
To  read  the  book9  to  looje  the  feals  J 

6  Ou:  Jf  >ices  join  the  heav'nly  {train, 
And  with  tranfporting  pleafure  fing, 
Worthy  the  Lamb  who  once  was  flain, 
To  be  our  teacher  and  our  King  ! 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  dtep  de%ns  ; 
His  grace  and  veng'ance  fhalJ  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wret:  hes  who  did  once  rebel, 
A»e  flow  raade  fav'rites  of  their  God,    • 


jPs&  HTMNS.    AND  B.I. 

g   Worthy   forever  is  the  Lord, 
Who  dy'd  for  £*eafons,  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue, to  be  ador'd, 
And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne  ! 

XXVI.   Hope  of  Heaven,  by  the  refurreftiou  of 

Chritf:     1  Pet.   i    3,  4,  5. 
5    T>  L^^T    be  the  everiafting  God, 

JO     The  Father  of  our  Lord  5 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 

His    majerry   ador'd. 

2  Wheij  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son,  v 
And  cali'd  him  to  the  (ley, 

He  aavc  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
That  they  ihould  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  fifls  require 
Our  fie ih  to  .fee -the  duft, 

Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
So  all  his  foll'wers  mult. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine 
Referv'd  againft  that  day, 

'Tis  uncorrupted,  u'-nidejftl'd, 

Ark)  cannot  Waire  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  teptt 

Fill  the  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  ftranzers  here, 
Till  Chrift  ihall  call  us  home. 

XXVIT.  Ajfurance  of  Heaven,  2.  Tim  iv.6,  fcf>. 

[c   1F\EATH  may  dilTolve  my  body  now, 

XJ     And  bear  my  fpirit  home  j 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvatxon  come  ? 


V     >«_tf     «] 


Z#4 

£.  !.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,     n 

7.  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
;  Finirh'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith5 
And  wait  the  fure  reward,] 

2  God  has  laid  up*in  heav'n  for  me 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 

The  gracious  Judge,  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
Bii«"  all  who  love,  and  long  to  fee 

Th'  appearance  of  his  Son,  _ 

5  Jefus  the  Lord,  fhall  guard  me  Me 
From  ev'ry  ijl  defign  ; 

Aiid  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  lead 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  God,  is  my  everJaiting  aid, 
And  hell  mail  ra^e  in  vain  ; 

To  him  be  highelf  glory  paid, 
And  endlefa  praife.     Amen, 

XX'VI  II.  The  triumph  cf  Chrirl  over  the  entmm 
ef  his  Church,  I  fa   xliii.  i9  2  3,  &c, 

I   °\  JbjFM.A T  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God> 

V  V        Comes  travelling  in  ftate, 
Along   the  Idurnran   road, 
Away  from,Bezrah'$  gate. 

a  The  elory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

Tis-lome  victor'ous  King  : 
f  Tis  1,  the  Juft,  th'  Almighty  One,     - 

H  That  your  falvation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  enquire, 
Why  thine  apparel  red  I 


S2      .      HYMNS    AND  B.I. 

Why  all  thy  vefture  ftain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 
tc  And  crufh'd  my  foes  alone  ; 

**  My  wrath  has  ftruck  the  rebels  dead, 
64  My  fury  ftamp'd  them  down. 

5  "  'Tis  Edom's  blood  which  dyes  my  robes 
"  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains  ; 

**  The  triumph  which  my  raiment  wears 
"  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  mail  the  nations  be  deftroy'd 
"  Which  dare  infult  my  faints  ; 

w  I  have  an  arm  t'avenge  their  wrongs, 
*'  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

XXIX.  Second  part  j  or,  the  ruin  0/"Antichrift, 
'ver.  4,  5,  o,  7. 

I  "  f    L  I  F  T  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 

1^      "  Where  antkhrijl  has  flood  j 
<c  The  city  of  my  gofpel's  foes 
'k  Shall  be  a  held  of  blood. 

%  u  (Vly  heart  has  ftudy'd  juft  revenge, 

cc  And  no//  the  day  appears, 
"  The  year  of  my  reedeem'd  is  come, 

*■'  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

. 

#  «  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 

ci  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
m  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  fhall  move,, 

**  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  '*  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 

*c  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
"  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 

•*  To  cruih  my  foes  abne. 


B.  I.    S  P I  RITUAL    S  0  NG  £     *$ 

5  "  Slaughter  and  my- devouring  fword 
44  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around, 

**  ifci^/  fhall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
•?  And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 

6  Thy  honors,  O  victor'ous  King  ! 
Thine  own  right  hand  /hall  raife, 

While  we  thy  awful  veng'ance  ling,. 
And  our  deliv'rer  praife, 

XXX.    Prayer  for  deliverance  anfweredi  Ifs, 
xxvi    8 — 20. 

1  T  N  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
L.  We  w^it  the  vifits  of  thy  grace  ; 

Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
I  And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  theey 
'Mongft  the  black  fhades  of  lonefome  nighty. 
My  earneft  cries  falute  the  fkies 

Before  the  dawn  reftore  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebeli'ous  men  deride 

The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ;  \ 

But  they  fhall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Harlc  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  fky, 
.  A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 

i  voice  of  mufick  to  his  friends, 
But  ihreat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace 

3 Till  the  fierce  ftorms  be  overblown, 
'  And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

6  My  fword  fhall  boaft  it's  thoufand's  ftaia,' 
And  drink  the  blood  of  kaughty  kings, 


HTMNS    JND  B,  h 

While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  foft  and  ihady  wings. 

XXXI.  Referred  to  the  ijl  Pfalm. 

XXXI T.  Strength  from  Heaven,  If  si.  27,-fcV. 

WHENCE  do  our  mournful  tho'ts  arife  £ 
Ana  Where's  our  courage  fled  I 
Has  reftitfs  fin  and  raging;  hell 
btruck  ail  our  comforts  dead  ? 

~3  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name 
Which  torrn'd  the  earth  and  fea  I 
And  can  hn  ill- creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlaiHfig  might 

In  our   Jehovah  dwell  j 
He'  giyes  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 

And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

.4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  (hall  fade  and  die. 

And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  *t 
But  we  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 

Shall  feel  our  ftrtength  inci 

5  The  faints  fhall  mount  on  eagle's  wings, 

And  tafte  the  premised  blifs, 
*Till  their  unweary'd  feet  arrive 

Where*  per  feci  pleafure  is. 
t:-  xxxiii,  xxxiv,  xxxv,  xxxvr,  xxxvir, 

XXXVIII,  referred  co    Pul.    exxxi,    exxxiv,    \*>\\t 
Ixxtii,   xc   and  Ixxxir. 

XXXIX.  God's  tender  care  of  bis  Church,  lb. 
xlix,  13.   14,  ££*« 

B   Tk T  O  W  "(hall  my  inward  joys  ari&, 

j\!       And  burft  into  a  (bug  5 
Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
A&d  pkafu*c  tune*  ray  tQ®gite« 


B.  1.    SPIRITUAL    SONGh,    %$: 

%  God  on  his  thirty  Shn  hill 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  folernn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 

To  fhow'r  falvation  down, 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulgeour fears  j;- 
bufptcioas  and  complaints  i 

Is  he  a  God,  and  (halt  his:  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  faints  I 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  foTget 
The  infant  of  her  womb, 

And,  mongit  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts^ 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  -Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  Jhmld  nature  change $< 

And  mothers  mon/krs  prove, 
Sion   Jiill  dwells  upon-  the  heart  - 
Of  evertajiing  love,  > 

6  Deep  on  the  palms  of  loth  my  bands 
I  hsve  engravd  her  name  ; 

My  bands  /bail  raij'e  her  ruined  walls^ 
And  build-  her  broken  frame, 

XL.    The   bfifmefs    and  Mejfedmfs   of  glorified 
Saints*  Rev.   vii.   13,   14,   15,  &?c. 

I    Yjrf  H  /f  t  bapfiy  men*  or  angels  the  ft  y  *      . 
rV       ffrat  an  tj~jeir  rofres  arefpotlefs  w, 

Whence  did  this  gfar'ous  troop  arrive 
At  we  pure  realms  of  heavenly  light  i( 

%  From  tort*rici£  racks,  an \  %urning  fire^ 
An  i  feas  of  their  own  blood  t'nev  came .: 
13  3:  nobler  Mood  has  wa(hM  their  robes* 
:Flow(og  %>m  Gririft  tbedyiis;  Lamb.- 

3  Wow  thjey  approach  th*  al mighty  -ihrc lit 
With  laud  hofannas  Eight  asd  d*jij       -  ^ 

4a* 


<X$  HYMNS    AND  J5.  li 

Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One 
Meafure  their  blefs'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  (hall  hunger  pain  their  fouls  5 
He  bids  their  parching  tkirft  be  gone, 
And  fpreads  the  fhadow  of  his  wings, 
To  fkreerr  them  from  the  fcorching  fun, 

5  The  Lamb,  who  fills  the  middle  throne  * 
bhall  fhed  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
There  (hail  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  ftreams,- 

6  Thus  (hall  their  mighty  blifs  renew 
Thro*  the  vaft  round  of  endlefs  years,. 
While  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears£ 

XLI.     The  Martyrs  glorified.  Rev.  yii. '  I :,  bfp 

CJ-'HESE  gkr'oui  minds,  how  bright  theyjhine  /, 
-*       Whence  all  thetr  white  array  P 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  feats  ■ 
Of-everlajfrng  day  ? 

2 'From  tort'riag  pains  to  endlefs  joys 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode,. 
And  ftrangely  waflrd  their  raiment  white 

In  J^efus1  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God,. 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 

Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fongf 
Adore  the  Holy  One, 

4  The  unveilM  glories  of  his  face 
Among  his  faints  refide, 

^rVhile  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
ikes  ail  their  wants  fupplyx). 


B*  I*    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  &j 

5  Tormenting  thirft  fhall  leave -their  fouls, 
And  hunger  flee  as  faft  5 

The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft.   / 

6  The  Lamb  (hall  lead  his  heav'nly  Sock 
Where  living-fountains  rife,         /• 

And  Jove  divine  fhall  wipe  away 
The  forrows  of  their  eyes, 

XLIL  Divine  wrath  and mercy ,Na,  i.  i)2,39&fc« 

1  'A    DORE.and  tremble,  for  our  God 
±\.     Is  a  *  eonfuming  fire  ;     (*Heb. xu, a§« 

His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  high'r. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns  I 
How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 

Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  florms 
Lie  trealur'd  for  his  foes. 

.3  Thofe  "heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
'But  kindled,  oh  !  how  fierce  they  blaze 

And  rend  ail  nature's  frame. 

4  At' his  approach  the  mountains  n*ee9 
And  feek  a  wat'ry -grave  ; 

The  frighted  fea  makes  hafte  away, 
And-fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 

5  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocka 
Are  fwift  as  hail-irones  hurl'd  : 

Who  •dares  engage  the  fiery  rage, 
Which  fhakes  the  .folid  world  ? 

-6  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  fov'reign  graae 
Sits  regent  on  the  throne. 


^  HYMNS    AND  B.  I, 

The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race 

When  wrath  comes  rufhing  down. 

*]  Thy  hands  fhal!  on  rebeH'ous  kings 

A  fiery  tempeft  pour. 
While  we,  beneath  thy  fhelt'ring  wings, 

Thy  jufl  revenge  adore. 

XLIIIv  Referred  to "  Pfalm  c.  and  XLIV,  to  Pfalm  cxxxiu 

XLV.  The  [aft.  judgment >  Rev.  x*i,  5,  6,  7,  §8 
I  O  E  E  where  the  great  incarnate  God  » 

{3     Fil-s  a  majertic  throne  ! 
While  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 

Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 

[2  "I  am  the  m*ft,  and  1  the  laft,  * 

<;  through  endtefs  years  the  fame; 

cs  /  AM  is  my  memorial  ftill, 
<£  And  my  eternal  name. 

,3  €C  Such   favors  as  a  God  can  give, 
"  My  royal  grace  beftows  ; 
€i  Ye  thirft.   fouls,  come,  tafte  the  ftreams 
*4  Where  life  and  pieafure  flows. ) 

[4  "  The  faint,  who  triumphs  o'er  his  Rm^ 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
<£  The  whole  creation  (hall  reward 
"  The  ccnqueits  he  has  won. 

5  <e  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean^ 
"  And  all  the  ly ins  race, 

<J  The  faithlefs  and  the  fccffing  crew, 
"  Who  fpurn  at  offer'd  grace, 

6  M  They  mail  be  taken  from  my  fight 
<c  pound  wuh  an  iron  chain, 

*'  And  headlong  plung'd. into  the  lake 
:'VhexQ  fire  and  darknefs  reign,"] 


B,L    SPIRITUAL    SONG'S.     29 

^  O  may  I  ftand  before  the  Lamb* 

When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  nam® 

With  bleilings  oh  my  head  ! 

8  May  I  with  thofe  forever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  imners,,  banifVd  down  to  hell, 

No  more  oifend  my  fight, 

XLVI,  XLVtt.  Referred  to  PfaJm  cxlfiii,  and  iiu 
XLVilL  7 be  chrijtian  race,  If.  xl.  28,  29,  &cl 

1  /t  WAKE  our  fouls  (away  our  fears, 
■^   Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 

Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  chearful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  Rrait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint  ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry,  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow'g 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  t  dures,'"while  endlefs  years 
"Their  ever! ailing  circles  run. 

4*  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  -fouls  flio.Il  drink  a  frefh  fupply, 
While  fuch  as  trull  their  native  ftrengtfe 
Shall  melt  away,  and  drop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  mall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidft  the  heav'nly  road. 

5H?'  W°rks  ofMoks  &  tbeLam\  Re.  xv.  f. 
OW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  J 
Who  would  not  fear  thy  Same  ! 
CJ 


HYMNS    AND  B.  L 

Jefus,  bow  fweet  thy  graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 

1  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  oar  King  j 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls. 

And  taught  our  lips  to  ing. 

3  Tn  the  red  fea,  by  Mofes9  hand 
Th*  Egyptian  hofi:  was  drawn'd  ; 

.£#/  £»7  (?tt!?z  £JM  A/^fj  a//  our  fins% 

And  guilt  no  more  is  found,  4 

4  Wh6n  through  the  defart  Jfr'el  went, 
With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 

Our  Lord  invites  us  to  bisflefhy 
And  tails  it  living  bread. 

J  Mofet  beheld  the  promised  land, 

Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ; 
But  Ghrifi  fhal  hrixg  his  foll'wers  horns 

To  fee  his  Father*  *  face, 

6  Then  (halt  car  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  fetl  z  warmer  flame, 
And  iweei •»:  v  -ces  tune  the  fong 

Of  Ait/a  and  the  Lamb. 

L.    Light  and  falvatien  by  Jesus  Christ,1 
Luke  i.  68,  ttfe,  John  i.  2Q,  32. 

T  O  W  be  the  God  of  Jfr'ei  bit  ft, 
j[  r^      Who  makes  his  truth  appear, 
His  mighty  hind  fulfils*  his  word, 
And  ail  the  oaths  he  fwarc, 

t  Now  ,he  bedews  old  David's  root 
With  bfcffings.ftpm  the  ikies  ; 

lakes  the  branch  of  promife  (hoot, 
Th  '-n'arife. 


cc 


B,  I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     3 

It  7°kx  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face., 
The  fterald  which  ciii  Saviour- God 

feent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvatlon  known, 

He  fgeaks  of  .pardon'd  fiD3  : 
While  -  -.■-: :e  chvme  with  heav'nly  love 

In  its  r  wn  glory  fbines, 

I  «*  BehMd  the  i  amb  of  God,  he  cnc5s 
*•  VVho  tsikes  pur  guilt  away  : 

i{  1  fa  ,  .  o  er  his  head, 

i;  On  hi    uiprz;ng  day.] 

6  <%  Be  ev'iy  v^ie  exalted  high  ; 
Sink  «=Vry  mountain  low  ; 

The  proud  muii  floop,  and  humble  fouls 
*s  fchaii  his  -faivation  know. 

7  <£  The  htatktu  realms  witfer  ^W. land, 
"  Shall.  jo*ri  in  lwe«t  accord  ; 

Ci  Ard  all  that's  born  of  man  ihall  fee 
"  The  gUty  of  fr*  Lord. 

'8  "  Behold  the  morning-itar  arife, 

"  ^e  who  in  darfcneft  fit  \ 
<s  He  marks  the  path  wh»ch  'eads  to  peace? 
And  guides  ©ur  doubtful  fetv" 

LI    Verfevermg  g^ace^   Ju-1e*  24,  <25« 

1  T1  O  God  ths  only  wife, 

j.        Our  SavUfcir  and  qui*  King, 
Let  all  th^  fatos  below  the  (ties 
Their  hu  nbic  praites  bring., 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counfe),  ?nd  his  c? 

Prefer ve  us  fafe  from  fin  and 
And  ev5ty  hurtful  mars. 


32  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 
Unblemifh'd  and  compleat, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face,  # 

With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 
Wi'idom  and  pow'r  belongs, 

Immortal  crowns  of  majefty, 
And   everkfting  fongs. 

LII.  Baptifm,  Matt,  xxviii.  ig,  A&s  ii.  38J 

1  '/T^  VV  A  S  the  commiilion  of  the  Lord, 

j[      Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize  5 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  fkies. 

2  He  fits  upon  trT  eternal  hills, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
An3  fends  his  cov'nant  with  the  fealsfc 
To  blefs  the  darkfome  Gentile  lands. 

3  Repent,  and  be  baptized,  he  faith, 
For  tfo  remijfion  of  your  fins  ; 

And  thus  our  fenfe  affifls  our  faith, 
And  mows  us  what  his  gofpel  means* 

4  Our  Jo  uls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Defcends,  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thees 
And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  j 
O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

In  hsav'n  our  foiernn  vows  record  4 


,JB.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS,     33 

L1II.  -*the  holy  Scriptures,  Keb/i.  \y%  Tim. 
iii  15,  16.  Pfalm  crlvii.  so,  20. 

1  f~S  Op,  who  in  j/ar'ous  methods  told 
\J  His  rrjind'and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefelatterf days* 

a  The  nations  read  the  wniten  worcL,-    •'" 
Tba^book  of  life,  that  fure  record  :, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n  . 
Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'ds 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefsd  5 

The  doctrines  are  .  £vi  ely  true, 
Tit  for  reproof,  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  happv  lands,  who  read  his  fove 
In  long  epiftles,  from  above, 

(He  hath  not  fent'his  facred  word . 
'To'ev'ry  land)  pfaife  ye  the  Lord. 

LIV.  Saints  beloifdin  Chrift,  Eph.  i.   3,  &fc. 

I    *>£E  SU  S,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 
/     Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame  > 
What  heav'n! y  bleffinps  from  his  throne  , 

Fall  down  to  ilnners  thro'  his  Son  ! 

j  2   Chrift  be  my  fir  ft  eleft,   he  faid, 
Then  chofe  our  foufcTi-n  Chnjl  our  head, 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  bfein  *' 

?  To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  ; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 

Biamslefe  in  love,  a  holy  feed* 


34  HYMNS    AND  B.I. 

4  Predeftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chefe  at  once  j 
A  new  regenerated  race,  # 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrljl  our  Lord  we  (hare  our  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart  ; 

Kor  fhall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  fidr.  belov'd. 

X»V.  Sicknefs  and  recovery^  Ifa.  xxxviih  9,  &t. 
I  IirKEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diflrefs 

V  V       Our  God  deferves  a  fong  j 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praiie 

From  Himkiatfs  tongue. 

1  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  death 

Commands  them  fait  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flefh  are  wont  t'  abufe 
Our  minds  with  flaviih  fears  ; 

Our  days  are  psft,  and  we  /halt  lofi 
'The  remnant  of  bur  years, 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice* 
Or,  like  a  dove,  we  mourn-, 

Writh  bitternefs  inftead"  of  joys, 
Afflicted  and  for'orn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  heaHjig  word, 
And  no  difeafe  witMands  : 

Fevers  aud  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  ri  ,  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  fprings  of  life-fhould  break, 
He  can  our  frame  reftore  : 

|IccaiU  our  fins  behind  his  bade, 
Aud  they  are  found  no  more. 


-    ,1,  „.,,  ,111,1  tfl 
B.I.    5  PI  RITUAL    SONGS.     |J 

LVI.  Babylon  falling ,Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.  19,  xvit.6. 
1    ^T|  7"  £  iing  the  glories  of  thy  loye, 

VV       We  found  thy  dreadful  name  % 
The  chriftian  church  unites  the  fongs 
Of  Mvfes  and;  the  Lamb, 

%  Great  God,  how  wond'rous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance,  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  King  of  faints,  Almighty  Lord, 

How  juft  and  true  thy  ways! 

3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worlh ip  at  thy  throne  ? 

Thy  judgments  fpeak  thine  holinefs 
Thro*  ail  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Bahyhny  which  ru-es  the  earth. 
Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  blood. 

Her  cr.mes  fhall  Tpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mixM, 

And  (he  mail:  drink  the -dregs  ; 
Strong  :  .tne  &ord,  her  iQv\ei!n  Judged 


rpfe 


IjV IL  Jrighia! fin.  k  ><y.i2.  PTli.c.  Jobxiv.4« 

ward  with  humble  ihau*e  we  lookr' 
n  ottr    rip      \  5 
How  ;--  oar  rjature  daih  j  and  broke 
In  6ur  Krft  rjtW'b  t 

3f  To  nd  blind. 

What  dre  •  .    mt  mind  % 

How  :""  j 

£3  Ported  *:ched  ftate*  • 

Before  wee  -.s*th$ 


36  HYMNS    AND  B.  h 

The  firft  young  puife  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4.  How  ftrong  in  our  de  ten'rate  blood 

The  old  corruption  leigns, 
And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood,. 
.  ■   Wanders  through  ail  our  veins  !  ] 

5  Wild  arid  unwholefome  as  the  root 
Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 

How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree. 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 
Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 

Who  can  command  a  vital  ftrearn 
From  an  infected  i'pring  ? 

7  Yet,  mighty  God*  thy  wond'rous  love 
Can  make  our  nature  ciean, 

While  Ghrifr  and  ijrace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death  and  Tin. 

8  The  fecond  Adam  fliall  reftore 
The  ruins  of  the  flfW  ; 

Hofaona  to.  that  fov'rcign  pow'r, 
Which  new  creates  our  duit  ! 

;  LV1II.  The  Devil '  vanquifned*  RefrVxii.  fi 

^ "vjT     E  T  -mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fin g 
f  j  The  war<  of  heav'n,wh-n  Michael  1  food 
Chri  ce   ':a!  of  th'  eternal  Kin?, 
And  f  u^nt  the  battles  of  our  GoJ. 

2   A.?a;n*l  the  dragon  and  his  hrft 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail  : 
In  v  in  they  ra?e,  in  vai»  th  v  H?*ft, 
Tfteir  courage  links,  their  weapons  fail. 


3  Down  to  the  earth -was  fatan  thrown,."' 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown. 
And  {hook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  pafr, 
Chrijt  has  afium'd  his  reigning  pow'r  ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  caft 

Down  from  the  ikies,  to  rife  no  more  ! 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lami?9 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  : 

?  Fwas  by  thy  word  and  pow'r fu!  name 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns  ;  let  ev'ry  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  (ky.: 
Saints,  while  ye  ling  the  heav'nly  war, 
*Raife  your  Deliverer's  name  on  high. 

I- IX.    Babylon  fallen,    Rev.    xviii.  20,  %u 
I    IN  Gabriel's  hand,  #:  mighty  ft  one, 

I.   Lies  a  fair  type  ok  Babylon  : 
Prophets,  rejoice,  and  alt  ye  fainif, 

G:d^Jh all  avenge  your  long  complaints, 

%  tie  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood, 
He  funk  the  miH-ftone  in  the  flood  I'm 
7 bus  terribly  /ball  Bab 'Ion  fall-*- 
Sink— and  no  more  be  found  at  all.  — 

LX.  Toe  promifedMemzh  born,lrakz  I,  $£0$S. 

V*/  Ifl  God,  the  Saviour,  we  rejoice  i 
While  we  repeat  ths  Virgin's  long, 
May  the  fane  Spirit  time  oar  voice. 

[c  The  Higheft  faw  her  ion  eiWetf 
And-  mighty,  things  his  hznsi  Ousfi.  izmi 


g  38  HYMNS    Al  W.  I. 

His  overfhad'wing  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  a  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame  ; 
But  God  alone  mtift  be  adord  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  nam?.] 

4  To  thofe  who  fear  and  truft  the  Lord., 

His  mercy  ft  and  s  forever  fure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives, 
And  the  performance  13  fecure. 

5  He.  fpake  to  dbrcfm  and  his  feed— • 
In  theefimll  all  the  earth  be  blefs'd  ; 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  hb  eternal  breafr. 

6  But  now,  no  more  (hall  Ifr'e!  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  : 
Jso9  the  Defire  of  nations  comes — 
Behold,  the  promisM  Seed  is  born  ! 

LXI.  Chriil  coming  \  Judg?nsntJLzv.  i,  5,6,7. 

1  |iTOWtc  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  knew 
jL^|    ^"nc  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 
And  fk-ains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

2  'Twas  he  who  cleans'd  our  fouler!:  fins, 
And  wafh'd'us  in  his  richeft  blood  : 
*Tis  He  who  makes  us  priefts  and  krngs, 
And  brings  us,  rebels,  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jefus,  our  atoning  Prieir, 
To  JefitSi  our  fuperior  King, 
Be  everiaiting  pow'r  confefs'd, 

And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  ling. 

4  Behold  !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes,' 
And  ev'ry  eye  Hull  fee  him  move  j 


33.  T.    SPIRITUAL 

Tho'  with  our  nns  we  pierc'd  him  cnce3 
Now  he  dijfplays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fhall  wail,   ' 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  $ 
Co/Tig,  Lord—v.ox  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  char'ots  long  delay. 

LXIL  Chrife  Jefus,  the  Lamb  of  God,  wor^ 
/tipped  by  all  the  creation.  Rev,  v.  n,  12, 13, 

1  /^  Q  ME,  let  us  join  our  chearful  fonge 
\_j     With  angels  round  the  throne  $ 

Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dfds  they  cry* 
¥0   be   exalted'  thus  ; 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  flain  for  us, 

'-  2  Jefus  is.-worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  blefengs.,  more  than  we  can  give*, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  ail  who  dwell  above  the  fky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 

Confpire  to  raife  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praiie, 

5  Let  all  creation  join  ia  one, 
To  blefs  the  facred  name 

Of  him,  who  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

LXUL  Chrifl's  humiliation  c^  exalt  aihnJUe*  V» 
ill  THAT  ^al  honors  fhall  we  fing, 
,  V  ¥    To  thee,G  Lord,our  God,theLiaik 
D  % 


jo  HTMNS    AND  II.*  I. 

When  all  the  notes  which  angels  fmg, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

i  WYrthy  is  he  who  once  was  flain. 
The  Prince  of  Life,  who  grean'd  and  dy'd  5 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  fide, 

3  Pcvv'r  and  domin'on  are  his  due 

to  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar  : 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jtfus  too, 
The'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here0 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs  j 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  wcaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honor  immortal  muft  be  paid, 
]n{tead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 
While  glory  fhines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown,  without  a  thorn, 

6  BlejQjTJgs  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  : 

Let  angels  found  his  facred  name,  # 

And  ev'ry  creature  fay — Amen.  , 

LXIV.  Adoption,  1  John,  iii.  1,  &c.  Gal  vi.  fu 
i   ~D  E  H  O  L  D,  what  wond'rous  grace 
JL>  The  Father  has  I  eftow'd 
On  finners,  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  cair  them— -fan s  cf  Gcd  f 

%  'Tis  no  furprizing  thing 
That  we  fhould  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jcvu'jh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son  : — 

^  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
*£gW  great  we  rauft-  be  : 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     # 

But,  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  near, 
We  Ihail  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope,  fo  much  divine, 
May  trials  well  endure — 

May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  fin3 
As  VJhriffc,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  (hare  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  Slaves,  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  {hall  Abba  Father  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

LXV.  Vce  day  of  Judgment^  Rev.  xi.   ijj 

I   T     ET  th'  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high, 
JL/   Let  (bouts  be  heard  thro'  all  the  Iky  3 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord, 

1  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  aiTurne, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  : 
ft/us,  the  Lamb,  who  once  waft  (lain, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar 

That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  \ 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood, 

4  Now  muit  the  riling. dead  appear-™** 
Now  the  decisive  fentence  hear  ; 
Now  ihe  dear  mar-yrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  regard* 

D  * 


HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

'2u.rlP:  a!  his  laVey  Sol.  Songi.Jt,  3,  &e 
i  T      iC  T    him  embrace  my  Ton  I,  and  prove 
'reft  in  his  heav'niy  love  : 
voice  which  tells  me — Thou  art   mine— 
Ekcsede  the  -  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  tV  anointing  Spirit  came, 
fpreads  the  favor  of  thy  name  ; 
nefs  a;:d  of  grace 
virgin  fouis  to  meet  thy  face. 

ire  me  by  thy  charms, 
3  flv  inro  thine  arms  ! 

t  thy  favors  bring 
bers  of  the  King. 

[4,  V/c  -Jcr  and  pleafiire  tune  our  voice, 
To  fp?a!c  thy  praifes  and  cur  joys  : 
rn'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
ond  the  tafte  of  richeffc  wine.] 

urfelves,  deform'd  we  are, 
KtdarU  tents  appear ; 
e  put  thy  beauties  on, 

r  as  the  courrs  of  Solem 

hile  at  his  t  he  King, 

d  ftng  : 

.:  perfume, 

round  the  room.  J 

ig  from  tr.e  tree, 
:  to  me  ; 
ic  makes  my  fcui  his  gueir, 
ill  be  thy  reft. 

of  ccJar,  cr  cf  fir 

rts  on, earth  compare  j 

wait,  until  thy  love 
ve.J 


B.  L    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     43 

LXVIL    Seeking  ihe  pafmres   of  Chrifl,   the 
Shepherd^  Solomon's  Songs,  i.  7.  . 

1  rip  H  O  U,  whom  my  foul  adifcfres  above 

Ail  earthly  joy5  ana  earthly  love, 
T  "1  me   &    :  :  ' :  ■'  ^:'l  let  me  know 
WJierer  do  t  ly  ftfeetett  paiiures  ;row  ? 

2  Where  Is  the  fliadow  of  that  Rock, 
"Which  fro fri  the  fun  defends  thy  Hock  ? 
Fain      c  amoo^  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep. 

2  Why  foould  thy  bride  appear  like  .one 
Who  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  r 
Mv  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

[4  The  footfteps  of  thy  fl'ock  I  fee — 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures,  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rous  reaft  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wouncb,and  groans  and  tC2rst 

5  His  dearer!  fiefh  he  makes  my  food. 
And  bids-*ne  dfink  his  richeft  blood  : 
Here  to  thefe-hills  my  foul  will  comz9 
9 Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.] 

LX  VIII.  Banquet  of love ,  Sol.-  Sons;  h\  1,  2,  &c»  ■ 

1  rVE  H  O  t<  D  the  Rofe  of  Sbarte  here,* 
JLJ*  The  Lily  which  the  vallies  bear  1  : 

Behold  the  Tree  of  Life,  which  gives 
Refreshing  fruit  and  healing  leaves  ! 

2  Amonj  the  tnorns  fo  lilies  ftilne9 
Among  wM  gourds  the  a  fie ; 
So  m  mine  eyes  my  Savioui  pi  .  /£S3 
A  aidflc  a  thotffand  meaner  icvcs* 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  fhade  1  §t, 
To  £iield  me  from  the  burning  heat  3 


-  4t  HYMNS    AND  B.  J 

Of  heavn'Iy  fruit  he  fpread  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe,  my  tafle. 
4.  Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  itood  the  banquet  of  his  grace  ; 
He  hw  me  faint,  and,  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  b^ead,  and  gen'rous  wine, 
He  chear'd  this  finking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  fnew'd  his  thoughts,  how  kind  they  be  ] 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart  ! 
Lie  dowg,  and  reft  upon  my  heart  ; 

1  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 

•    Diftu.b,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

LXi  K.  Chrifl  appearing  to  his  Churchy  andfi 
king  her  company^ai.  bong  ii.  8,9,  10,  n,& 

j    rTF^  HE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 
JL      Over  the  rocks  and  riiing  grounds  j 
\    O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
J    He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief  1 

2  Now  through  the  veil  ©f  flefh  I  fee, 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  on  me  ; 

,  :  Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleared  glafs 
He  (hews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
oih  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  ; 
ije\  faith  my  Lord,  make  hafie  awayy 
rial  joys  art  worth  thy  ft  ay, 

T-.e  J:wifh  winery  Jlate  is  goney 
he  mi>'is  are  pec' ,  the  Jpring  comes  ony 

)aci  t;i  turtle-dove  we  hear 
ulaim  the  mwy  tfft  joyjul  year. 


L\  T.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     45 

5  *£&   imrnsrtal  mrn^    of  heavenly  root%, 
Bloffoms  and  buds,  end  fives  her  fruit  y 
Lo,  we  are  came  to  taftc  the- wine  ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice.  2nd  biefs  the  vine* 

6  Aiid  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay— 
Rife  up  my  love,  andhafe  avj&y'! 

Our  hearts  would  fain  out-fly  the  wind,, 
.And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

LXX.  Thrift  inviting,  and  the  Church  an fwering 
the  invitation  i  boi.   Song  ii.  1.4,  J 6,  17* 

[i*|^*ARK.  I   the  Redeemer  from  on  ftfghfc 

JLjL  bweet.7  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  j. 
From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out. 

%  My  4Qve,.%vbo  hidefi  In  the  reck, 
Whine  heart  alm-fl  VJith  frroiv  broke* 
.  Lift  up  thy  fact*  fcrget  thy  fear* 
And  lei  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear, 

3  Thy  vsi&i  tc  «?>,  founds  ever  fweet ; 
.  Afy  graces  in,  thy  coujif  nance  meet  : 

Tl  0'  the  vain  world  thy  face  dejpife, 
'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyts, 

4  Dear  LofA,  our  thankful  heart  -receives 
The  hope  thine  invita^s^-gives  : 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  lhall  raife 
The  voice  of  prayer,  and  of  praife.j 
[5  I  am  my  Love's  and  he  is  mine  ; 
Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  cur  paiiions  join  5 
Kor  let.  a  m~tbn,  nor  a  word, 
,  Nor  thought  arife,  to  grieve  rny  Lord, 
6  My  foul  to  paflures  fair  he  leads,. 
Among  the  lilies,  where  he  feeds," 


*6  HTMNS    AND  C.  I. 

A mons:  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white 
Wafh'd  in  his  blood)  h  his  delight. 

7  'Till  the  day  breaV,  and  madows  flee,, 
'Till  the  -Tweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
'Thine  eyes  to. me- ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  dasicnefs  mourn. 

8  Belike  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
f^eap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 

My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  rny  fide. J 

LXXZ.  Chrift  found  in  the  fireet^  and  Irsught 
to  the  Church,  Sol.  bong  iii.    i,  2,  3,  4,  5. 

FTEN    I   feek  my  Lord  by  night, 
Jefus,  ray  love,  my  foul's  delight  j 
'With  warm  defire  and  reftlefs  thought 
1  feek  him  oft,  but  land  him  net.  * 

,2  Then  I  arife,  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 
3 Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  ; 
I  afk  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  f 

3  Sometimes  1  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 
1  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 
And  hold  him  fad  in  mine  embrace. 

j  4  I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
(Nor  dozt  my  Lord  refufe  to  come) 
To  SiM's  facred  chambers,  where 
My  foul  hrit  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Fierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fcn?.rt  j 
I   give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  ftiare.] 


RI.    SPIRITUslL    SONGS.    n 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  eirthk  toys, 
Approach  no?  to  diiturb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  fin,  nor  he]},,  come  near  my  ueztt 
To  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart 

LXXII.  The  coronation  of  Chr\^  and  eihoufah 
tf-JS*  Church,  Sol.  Son^i  iii.  z 


(AUGHl*£Ri>  of  oWcome.  behold 
Fhe  crown  of  honor  and  of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac  d  on  thread  of  Salomon. 

2  Jefus?  thou-cverlaftingKine, 

Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring?  • 
j    Accept  the  well-c'eferv'd  renown*    *  . 
•    And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown* 

3  .  Let  ey'ry  j|&  of  worfru'o  be 
Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,' to  thee  - 
fcike  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 
We  firft  receivUthy  pledge  of  love..' 

4  The  gladnefs  of  that  hapov  day 
Our  hearts  would  willi  it  long  to  Pa-  - 
Ivor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold/"*  * 
Wisr  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  O  {  Jet  each  minute  as  it  flies 
increafe  thy  praifej  impr#ve  ou,  f 

Tul  we  are  rais'd  to  fmg  thy  name 
At  the  great  flipper  of  the  Lamb. 

t5  uhat  thf  momhs  "ouldroll  away, 
Aria  bring  that  coronatioh  day  »   - 

|  JL  Sl.  Attention  founds  in  ey'ry  word  •       ' 


4f>  HYMNS    AND  B.  L 

Lo»  thou  art fair ',  my  kve,  he  cries, 
Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeier  eyes, 

[2  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafmg  vales 
Salutes  mine  eat  with  jecret  joys  \ 
No  jpice  fo  much   d°  lights  the  fmell^    , 
Nor  milk  nor  honey  taJUs  f>  well.} 

3  Thou  art  all  fair ,  my  bride  to  jney 
1  will  behold  no  fp.ot  in  thee  : 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
And  puts  a  cornel inefs  on  worms  ! 

4  DenTd  and  Ioathfome  as  we  are, 
He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair .; 
-Adorns  us  with  ihat  heav'nly  drefs, 
His  graces  and  his  right'oufucfs. 

5  My  fifler  and  my  fpoufe,  he  cries, 
.Bound  to  my  heart  by  var'ous   ties  j 
rihy  pow^fui  love  my  heart  retains 
In  firGng  delight^  and  pleaftng  chains, 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  the  wild  world  of  kails  arid  men. 
To  Sion,  where  his  glories  are— 

-Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains 
Shall  hold  my  fett,  or  force  my  flay, 
When  Chri/l  invites  jny  foul  away. 

LXXiV.  The  church  the  garden  of  Chi  IS,  Sol, 
Songs  iv,  12,  13,  15,  and  v,  1. 

i\]iT  E    are  a  garden  wali'd  around, 

*  *     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
A  little  fpot,  inclos'cj  by  grace, 

4>ut  of  the  wcfld's  vvius  widsweAi 


3,  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS,     49 

%  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  (land,  . 
Planted  by  God  the  Fathers  hand  ; 
And  all  bis  fprings  in  Sim  flow, 
To  make  the  young .plantatiw.i  grow. 

3.  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  eomer. 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spiri:  divine,  defcend  znd  breathe, 
A  gracious  gale  On  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  i>efi  fpices  How  abroad. 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  ; 

And  faith,  and  Love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

[5  Let  my  beloved  come,  and  fcafts 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  fea'ft  :— » 

I  come,  my  fponfe,  I  come ,  he  cries, 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our" Lord  into  his  garden  comes,  * 
Well  pleas'd-  to  fmell  our  poor  perfumec  a 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 

Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine. 

7  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life7  my  friends^ 
The  blejfings  which  my  Father  fends  ; 
Tout  tafie  /hall  all  tny  dainties  prsvet 
And  drink-  abundance  cf  my  Irus. 

5  y^/us,  we  will  frequefTt  thy  board. 
And  ftng  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food,  on  which  we  Five,', 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongues  c 

LXXV.    The  dejcri^lonof^m^i' 


c 


10,   I  f,  12,  1 


-  o  yporld  pnerr 

/  1  iliould  love  my  Jsj 


50.  H  T  M  N  SAND  B.  I, 

What  are  his  charms,   fay  they,  above 
7he  objecls  of  a  mortal  love  ? 

2  Yes,  my  beloved ,  to  my  fight 
Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white  3 
.All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 

In  my  beloved  meet  and  ihine. 

3  White  is  his  foul,  from  blernifh  free  £ 
Red  with  the  blood  he  feed  for  me  ; 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs — 

A  fun  among  ten  thoufand  ftars  ; 

[4  His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels  ; 
There  wifdom,  in  perfection,  dwells, 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Thole  temples  once  befet  w7ith  thorns, 

5  Companions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
'Kis  faered  fide  no  more  {hall  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.  J 

[6  His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  di'mends  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Thole  heav'nly  hands  which  on  the  tree 
Were  n^il'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me  I 

7  Tho'  once  he  bowM  his  feeble  knees, 
Leaded  with  fins  and  agonies, 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
His  legs,  like  marble  pillar?,  ft  and.] 

[8  His  eyes  are  msjeiTy  and  love — 
The  eagle,  temper'd  with  the  dove  ; 
No  more  ihaH  trickling  fofrows  roll 
Thro'  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul- J 
•9  His  mouth  which  pour'd  out  long  conipl 
iMo ■-  and  chears  his  fainting  faints  : 

His  counter:-  icefu!  i« 

. 


B.I    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    Sj 

10  All  over  glor'cus  is- my  Lord, 
Mull  be  belov  d,  and  .yet  ador'd  ; 
His  worth','  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too, 

LXXVI.  Ghrjft  dwells  in  hmven%  but  vijits  ch 
earth,  Sol.  Song  vi.  i,  z%  3,  12. 

*  TT7HEN  Grangers  ftand,  and  hear  me  tell 
VV    What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell  5 

Where  he  is  gone  they  fain 'would  know, 
That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  heft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
But  he  defcends,  and  ihews  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

I  j  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  Hand  ; 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  (how  their  ipotlefs  heads, 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmeft  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move  ; 
I  have  a  manfion  In  bis  heart, 
Kor  d£sth,  nor  hell  {hall  make  us  part,] 

[5  Ke- takes  my  foul,  e'er  I'm  aware, 
And  {hows  me  where  his  gloiies  are  5 
Nosclhar'ot  c.  idib 

The  are  can  defcribe. 

6  O  may  my  fpisrit  daily  rife 
On  .  the  fkies* 

'Till  death  (hall  make  my  lafl  rtmavjj 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love. 


f 


^2  HYMN.S    AND  B.  L 

LXXVIL  tti  /W  •/Chrift  tofifc  Ckr^,  Sol. 
Song  vii.  5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 

i^T  OW  in  the  gaU'ries  of  his  grace 

CN    Appears  the  king,  and  thus  he  fays  % 
Hozv  fair  my  faint  $  are  in  my  fight , 
.My  hve,how  pleafant  for  delight'  i 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
There's  freav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word  j 
From  that  dear  mouth,  a  ftream  divine 
.Flows  fweeler  than  the  choiceft  wine, 

3  Such  wend 're  us  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  who  were  almoft  afleep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  makes  our  cold  affections  flame. 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know 
In  fields  and  villages  below  ; 
Gives  us  a  relim  of  his  love, 

But  keeps  his  nob'lefr  feaft  above. 

5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits  ; 
Fruits,  new  and  old,  laid  up  in  (lore, 
There  we  fhall  feed — but  thirft  no  more. 

LXXVIIT.   Strength  of  ChrifVs  few,  and  the 

foul's  jealoufy  of  her  owh.Sol.  Song  viih  5>&c. 

[  1  \  1|  7HO   is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs, 

.    VV     That  travels  from  the  wildernefs  ? 
And  prefs'd  yvhh  forrows  and  With  fins, 
On  her  beloved  lord  (he  leans. 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift,  our  God, 
Bourn:  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood. 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint, 
Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint,  j 


B.I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     53 

3  *J  O  let  my  name  engraven  Rand, 
"  Both  on  thy  heart,  and  on  thy  hand  : 
"  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
<4   Yhu  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

6  ''  Stronger  than  death,  my  love  is  known, 
<c  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown  j 
"  And.  hell,- and  earth,  iff  vain  combine, 
**  To  quench  a  fire,  fo  much  divine.' 

5  "  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

fct  Left  it  fhould  once  from  Thee  depart ; 
"  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd, 
6i  As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  bread. 

6  "  'Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
*c  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  neve?  come  j 
<•  Thy  count'nance,  let  me  often  fee, 

tc  And  often  thou  malt  hear  from  me, 

j  "  Come,  my  Beloved,  hafte  away, 
c*  Cut  fhort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
4C  Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 
*6  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow." 

LXXIX,  A  Morning  Hymn,  Pifalm  xix.  5>  8. 
and  lxxiii.  £4,  15. 

I  (T^\  O  D  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
\J  The  chearful  fun  makes  hafle  to  rifet 
And,  like  a  giant,  doth'rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  thro*  the  {kies. 

%  From  the  fai^  chambers  of  the  eafr, 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins— 
wearintfs  or  1 
hole  earth  he  flies  and  ifeiner* 
3  Oh;  'ike  the  fW,  may  I  fulfil 
-Til'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 


54  MTMNS    AND  B.  I. 

With  ready  mind  and  a&ive  will, 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way  ! 

But  I  fhall  rove,  and  loofe  the  race, 
od,  my  Sun,  iliould  difappear, 

And  leave  tne  in  this  world's  wild  maze 

To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  ftar. 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Eniiglu'ning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threais'nings  juft   thy  prom ife  Cure,       , 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
And  t£en  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  ; 
All  my  deiires  and  hopes  befide 

Arc  faint  and  co^d,  compared  with  this. 

LXXX.   An  Evening  Hymn,  Pfal.  iv.  8,  and 

iii.  5,  6,  and  cxliii.  8. 
ifTlFIUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
JL     Thus  far,  his  pbw'r  prolongs  my  days, 
$And  ev'ry  ev'ning  (hall  make  known 
Some  f'relh  memor'al  oi  his  grade. 

5,  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wade, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  j 
Byt  he  forgives  my  follies  paft, 
He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come* 

3  1  lay  my  body,  down  to  fleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 

ie  wel'  appointed  angels  keep, 
Their  watchful  ftations  round  my  bed, 

4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell    . 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  ; 
My  God,  in  fafety,  makes  me  dwell 
J&neath  the  ibadow  of  his  wir.gsv 


£•  L     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     55 

[5  Faith  in  his  name  forbid?  my  fear  ; 

0  may  thy  pre  fence' ne'er  depart V 
And,  in  the  morning-  make  me  hear    , 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thj  heart, 

6  Thus  when  thz  night  of  death  (hal!  comej 
My  idh'&all  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice — to  rcufe  my  tomb— 
With  fweet  falyatioifcin  the  found.] 

LXKXI.    A  Song  for   Morning  or  Evening^ 
Lam.  ili.  23,  Ifa,  xlv.  7 

1  Ik  y|"Y  God,  haw  endlefs  is  thy  lovel 
I.VJL   Thy  gifts  are  evVy  ev'nlng  nsw^s 

And  morning  mercies,  from  above, 
y  dim],  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpread'ft  the  curtains  of  the  night* 
Great  Guard'an  of  my  fleeping  hours  5 
Thy  Sov'ieign  word  reftores  the.  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowzy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
To  thee,  I  confecrate  my  d*ys  : 
Perpet'al  bleffings  from  thine  hind 
Demand  perpet'al  fongs  of  praife. 
LXXXILGod/c?r  above  creature', }oh  iv.i7,2i 

SHALL  the  vile^race  of  flefh  and  blood 
Contend  with. their  Creator  God  i 
Shall  mortaf  worms  preface  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  orjufi  than  He  ! 

2  Behold,  he  puts  his  truft  m  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  bis  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft  nor  wife. 

3  B*it  how  much  meaner  things  are  they, 
Who  fpring  from  dufi5  sud"  dwzll  in  clay  ! 


xfi  HYMNS    AND  B.I. 

Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  vam  fn  like  the  moth. 
4.  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight  ; 
Eury'd  in  dud,  whole  nations  lie 
Like  a  forgotten-  vanity. 

5  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we!  how  glor'ous  thou  !— * 
No  mere  the  fons  of  earth  fhall  daie 
With  an  eternal  God  compare  | 

LXXXIIL  Affliifions  under  providence  Job  5,  6. 

1  T^T  O  T  from  the  duft  affliction  grows, 
JlN      Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  ; 

Yet  We  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  j 
A   fad    inheritance  ! 

2  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 
And  fKl!  a*e  upwards  borne  ; 

So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 
And  truft  his  promis'd  grace  j — 

les  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and  right'oufaefs. 

/  Not  all"  the  pains  which  e'er  I  bore, 

Shall  fpbil  my  future  peace — 
For  death  and  hell,  can  do  no  more 

Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

LXXXIV. — Salvation,    Rhhteoufnefs,     and 
Strength  in  Chriit,  ifa..  xiv.  2i 25. 

)VAH  fpcaks— let  ifr'el  hear  ! 
J  he  earth  rejoice  and  feat  j 

-  nal  Son  procl 
Kis  :  honors  and  his  names  ;«— 


%  I.    SPl RI TUAL    SJ) N G &.     57 

•2.  "I  am  the  \z%  and  I  the  fir  ft, 

"  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  jufr.  ; 
<6  There's  none. befide  pretends  to  mew 
"  Such  iuftice,  and  falvatidn  too. 

[3  "  Ye,  who  In  made s  of  darknefs  dwells 
*-*'  Jufr.  on  the  verge  of -death  and  hell — 
Ct  Look  up  to  me,  from  diftant  lands, 
*5  Light,  Iifes  and  hcav'n,  are  in  my  hands* 

4  "  I  by  nay  holy  name  have  fworn, 
*£  Nor  fliall  the  word  in  vain  return  ; 

*'  To  me,  fhall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
,'s  And  ev'ry  tongue  mall  f wear  to  me. 

5  c;  In  ME  alone,  (hall  men  confefs 

t;  Lies  all  their  (trength  and  right'oufnefs  ^ 
"But  fiieh  as  dare  defpife  my  nsme, 
"  I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  fhame. 

6  u  In 'me,  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  kcd 
"  Of  Ifr'eL  from  their  fins  be  (rsed  ; 

"  And,  by  their  mining. graces  prove, 
*6  Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love,'* 

LXXXV.    Th.ejame. 

l   f~TJ\  H  E    Lord  on  high  proclaims 
j^       His  Godhead,  from  his  throng  5 
*:  Mercy  and  juftice  are  the  names 
"  Piy  which  I  will  be  known,. 

2  ,£  Ye  dying  fouls,  who  lif* 
"  In  darknefs  and  diftrefs,   ; 

5s  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
u  To  my  recov'ring- grace.5' 

3  Sinners  frrall  hear  the  found  1 
Their  thankful  tongues  ihdi  own. 

Our  right'oumefs  and  ftrength  are  found 
In  Thee,  the  Lord  alone. 


$3  &TMNS    AND  B.  I;. 

4  In  Thee,  fhall  Ifr'el  truft, 
And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 
God  will  pronounce  the  fmners  jufr, 
Afld  take  the  faints  to  heav'ri. 

LXXXVI  GodMy.juftJ& 'fovereign  Jobix.  t. 
.  J   TjrOW  fllouId  the  fons  °f  Adam's  race 

fjL    ^e  Pure  t>e^°rc  titie*r  God  • 

Jf  ne  contend  in  right'oufnefs, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rGd. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 
I'll  make  no  more  pretence  ; 

Not  one,-,  of  all  my  thoufand  faults, 
•Ufan^bear  a  juft  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his^arm;  his  heart  is  wife  j 
VVhat  vain  prefumers  dare 

Againft  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  'tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 

[4  Mountains,  by  his  Almighty  wrath, 

•  Fro m  their  own  feats  are  torn  ; 
He  /hakes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all'her  pillars  mourn*. 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 
Th'  obed'ent  fun  forbears  ! 

His  hand,  with  fack-cioth  fpreadsthe  fkies, 
And  feals  up  all  the  'ftars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  flormy  fea — • 
Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 

There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way, 
Or  his  dark  foct-fteps  find.] 

LXXXWI.  God  dwells  with  the  bumble  and 

penitent,  I  fa.  lvii.  15,  j6. 
E   HP*  BUS  faith  th>  high,  and  lofty  One,  , 
X     "  i  lit  upon  in j  holy  throne  -% 


so 


B.I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

"  My  name  is  G  O  D,  I  dwell  on  high-« 
"  Dwell  in  mine  own  eternity. 

2  "  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below—- 
*c  On  earth,  I  have  a  manficn  too  : 
"  The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 

*4  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight, 

3  "'The  humble  foul,  my  words  revive, 
,<s  I  bid  the  mourning  finner  Jive  ; 

<4  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
*s  And  eafe  the  forrows  cf  the  mind. 

[4  "  When  I  contend  againf!  their  fin, 

"  I  make  them  know — bow  vile  they've  been  $ 

li  Rut  fhould  my  wrath  forever  fmoke, 

<s  Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  itroke." 

5  O  may  thy  pardoning  grace  be  nigh, 
Led  we  fhould  faint,  defpair,  and  die  I 
Thus  {hail  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  ch'aiFning  love.] 

LXX  X  VII L  Life,  the  day  of  Grace  and  Hope^ 
Eeclef.  ix.  4,  5,  6*  10.        / 

I.T     I F  E  i|the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

JL/    ^^e  timet'  infare  the  great  reward  5 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  viler!  fin  her  may  return. 

ft  Life  is  the  hour  which  God  has  giy'a 
To  -fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  j 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  tmy 
Secure  the  bleffings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  rauft  dif^ 
feut  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  1 
Their  memory  and  their  fenfe  is  go: 
Alike  utik&tfwitiii  and  unknown,- 


i 


io  HYMNS    AND      .      D.I. 

[4.  Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft,. 
Their  envy  bury 'd  in  the  duft  ; 
They  have  no  ihare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  cf  the  fun.  J 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  dziign  to  do. 
My- hands,  with  all *y our  mi  ftie  j 
Since  no  device,  ncr  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  ac"h  of  pardon  paft 

In  the  cold  grave,  to  whicb  w§  hafle  ;  - 

But  darkctfs,  death,  and  long  dcipair 
Reign  in  eternal  fiitnce  there.  ' 

LXXXIX.  Youihand  Judgment,  Eccl.  xi.  9. 

l\7"E  fens  cf  Adam,  vain  and  young.    ' 

j[     Indulge  your  eyes, indulge  your  tongue, 
Taite  the  delights  ycur  fouls  defcre, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  all  ycur  fire. 

2  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  chear  ycur  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine  5 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth— but  knew 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  tco  ! 

3  God,  from  on  high,  beholds  your  thoughts, 
His  book  records  your  ftcret  faults  ; 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done, 
Muf:  ail  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  Vengeance,  to  your  follies  due, 
Should  <it ike  your  hearts  with  terror  through  5 
-How  will  you  A  and  before  his  face, 

Or  anfper  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

K    Al  might?  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
Fro-n  the  alluring  vanities  !  ' 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word  ' 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord, 


1 


ILL    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,    6x 

1     XG.     The fame, 

l   T     O,  the  young  tribes  ©f  Adam-rift,. 

\^j    And  thro'  al i  nature  rove  j 
Fulfil  the  withes  of  their  eyes. 
And  talie  the  joys  they  love. 

%  They  give  a  loofe  ts  wild  defires; 

But,  let  'trie  finners  know, 
The  itrict  account,  which-. God  requires 

Of  all  the  works  they  do, 

3.  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  cm  high  | 
The  frighted  earth  and  feas 

Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye. 
And  flee  before  his  face, 

4,  How  fnali  I  bear  that  dread fal  day, 
Arid-.ftand  the  fiery  reft  £  - 

I  cive  ali  mortal  joys  away 
To  be  for  ever  bleft. 

XQl. .  Advice  to  Youth ,  Eccl.  xii.  r,  ji 

3    XT  O  W,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  bldad3 

J^l  Remember  your  Creator  God  : 
Behold,  #Jte  months  come  haft'ning  on, 
V/hen  you  fhall  fay — my  joys  are  gone  .f 

a  Behold,  the  aged  Tinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  Woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  dufl  returns  to  duft  agaim. 
The  foil-,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Afcends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwelV 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  helL 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know — now  frail  I  an*-— 

F 




1 


V 

6t  HYMNS    AND  B.  I, 


1    /  And,  when  my  foul  mult  hence  remove,, 
,  /     Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 

XC1I.  Chri^m/dm  */GW,Pro.viii.  1*12,  j* 

I   O  H  A  L  L  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 
O  And  not  her  fpecch  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 

%  "  I  was  his  chief  delight, 

li  His  everlafring  Son, 
**  Before,  the  ft:  ft  of  all  his  works, 

"  Creation  was  begun. 

[3  CJ  Before  the  flying  clouds, 

"  Before  the  folid  land, 
"  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 

"  I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  "  When  He  adornM  the  fkies, 
"  And  built  them — I  was  there, 

**  To  order  wnen  the  fun  fhould  rife, 
*'  And  martial  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  *'  When  He  pour'd  out  the  fea, 
"And  fprcad  the  flowing  deep, 

€i  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
44  — In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. — 

6  u  Upon  the  empty  air 

"  The  earth  was  ballanc'd  well  ; 

«c  With  joy,  I  faw  the  manfion,  where 

"  The  fons  of  men  fhould  dwell* 

j  cc  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firit 

"  On  their  falvation  ran, 
€<  E'er  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dud 

«<  Was  fafhion'd  \o  a  man. 


13.1.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  .  6j 

i>  "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
"  Ye  children,  and  be  wife  ; 

*4  Happy  the  man  who  keeps  my  ways, 
**  The  man  who  fhuns  them,  dies." 

J    XCI1-L  V/ifdom  obeyed  or  refijied^  Pro,  viii,  3  4 ,  36 

THUS  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord — » 
u  Blefs'd  is  the  man  who  hears  my  word, 
**  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
cC  And,  at  my  fcet9  for  mercy  waits, 

2  "  The  foul,  who  fecks  me,  (hall  obtain 
"  Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'nta  gain  $ 

,    Ht£  Immortal  life  is  his  reward — 
"  Life — and  the  favor  of  the  Lord. 

3  "  But  the  vile  wretch,  who  flics  from  me, 
<c  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 

"  Fools,  who  agamft  my  grace  rebel, 
*s  Seek  death— and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

XCiV* — Ju/lification  by  Faith,  not  by  Works— 
Rom.  iii.  19 — ■ — 22. 

'5  T  T  AIN  are  the  hopes,  the  fons  of  men 
y        On  their  own  works  have  built  j 
Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  jew  and  Gentile  ftop  their  mouths, 
Without  a  mur-m'i ing  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of   Adam  Hand 
Guilty,  before  the  Lord. 

I  * 

3  In  vain,  we  ajfk  Goo's  right'pus  law 

,   "    To  juftify  us  now  ; 
Sincc—rto  convince,  zna  to  eonderiin— * 
,::  lav/  can  do. 


64  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

4  Jefus,  how  glor'ous  is  thy  grace, 

When  in  thy  Name  we  trull  ! 
Our. faith  receives  a  righf'oufnefs 

Which  makes  the  firiner  juft. 

XCV.  Regeneration,  John  i.  13.  and  iii.  3.  &e. 

1  "^vT  O  T  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
1  ^4      Nor  rites,  which  Godhas  giv'n, 

Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth. 
Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 

a  The  fov'rcign  will  of  God,  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 
Bern  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 

A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  feme  heav'nty  wind. 
Blows  on.  the  fons  of  fle(ia  ; 

New-models  all  the  carna*mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afrefli. 

4  .Our  quickened  fouls  awake — and  rife 
From  the  long  (leep  of  death  ; 

®n  heav'n ly  things  we  n*;.our  eyes, 
And  praife  employs  cur  breath. 

XCVI. Eli&ion excludes  beaming,  1  Cor.  i.  26,31 

U  T  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
But  few  of  noble  race 
Fbtaiu  the  favor  of  thine  eyes, 
Almighty  King  of  Grace. 

2  'He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name, 

For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 

thus,  he  pours  abundant  fhame 
honorable   blood. 
.  Wca  ^U.^J^Ljand  makes  him  know 


^    1     lj  j'i  ±s 


To  bring  afpirirrg  wifdom  low, 
>     And  ail  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  glory  loft, 
When  brought  before  his  throne  : 

No  flefh  ihall  in  his  pretence  boaft/ 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

XC VII.  Chrift,  cur  Rightecufnefs,  i  Cor,  i.  go* 

1  T>  tJlfc  Y/JJ  in  fhadows  of  the  night 
X>  We  lie,  till  Chrift  reftores  the  light  j 

Wifdorn  defcends  to  heal  the  blind* 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind, 

2  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
'Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 
Then  *»ve  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  fing — the  Lordy  our  Right' 'oufnefs  I 

3  Our  very  frame  is  rmVd  with  fin  ; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from_his  fuff'rings  How, 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too, 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  fat-an  reigns5 
Binding  his  ilaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 

vHe  fets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks  ■ 
'The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks, 

5  Poor  helpleft  worms  in  Thee  poflefs 
Orace,, wifdorn,  pow'r,.  and  right'cufn 
Thou  art  our  mighty  ALL — and  we  i 
<£ive  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

XCVIU.     The  fame. 
I  T",T  ®  ^  ke.avy  is  the  night 
XX   Which  ffangs  upcri  our  eyes, 
'Till  Chrift,  with  his  reviving  light. 
Over  ou*  fouls  arife  i 


HYMNS    ANV  ^?£ 

B    Our  guilty  fpirlts  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  5 
TiU  in  his  right'oufnefs  array'd, 
We  fee  our  fins  -for giv'n. 

3  Unholy  2nd   impure 

•    Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  fanciifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fcuis,  in  vain  ; 

Ke  fcis  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  curfed  chain, 

5  Lord — we  2dore  thy  ways 
To  bring  us  near  to  God— 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood  ! 

XCULStones  made  children  ofJbram#llt  iii.9 

1  1[  TAIN  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place 

V  "    Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race — 
(Their  fathers  now  v.iih  Gsd.) 

2  ETe,  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 
Can  take  i he  hard  tit  Hones, 

And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abr'am  well 
With  new  created  fons, 

3  Such  wond'rous  pow'r  he  doth  poffefs, 
Who  form'd  cur  mortal  frame, 

Who  cai!'d  the  worfd  from  emptinefs— 
The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

G.  Believe  a:id  he  faveJ,  John  iii.  16,   17,  It». 

J  1\1  O  T  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men, 
XH   Dki  Chrtft,  the  Son  of  God  appear  : 


^ITVAL    SONGS,     6/ 
Jl   * 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 

n  No  fl  arcing  (word,  nor  thunder  th^re. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God — 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  (o  well, 
He  fent  his  Son,  to  bear  our  load 
Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  .rom  hell. 

3  Sinner?,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Trufc  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  j 
A  thoufand  jc  iips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thou  fan  d  bleffings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels,  who  i  ?fufe  his  erace  ; 
Who  Gou's  eternal     gn  defpife, 
The  hotteft  he  be  their  place, 

CI.  Joy  in  heaven far  a  repenting  fewer,  Lii,  xv. 

1  \A/^^  can  ^eforibe  the  joy^^  t^hicbt  li|c 

>Vy     Thro'  all  the  courts  of  paradife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return. 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  bcrn  ? 

2  With  joy,  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  Eternal  love  ; 

The  Son,  with  joy,  looks  clown  &nd  fees 
The  piirchafe  of  his  agonies, 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holv  foul,  he  forrr/d  anew  ; 
And  faints,  and  angels,  join  to  fing 
Tlhe  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

CII — The  Beatitudes,  Matt;,  v,   2 it 


L  E  ST  are  the  humble  fouls,  who  fee 
Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  j 
Treai'ures  of  grace  to  them  are  giy?n? 
And  crowns  of  joy  kid  up  in  heav'nj 


HYMN'S    AND   '         x^«^ 

■[i  'Sn?5  *re  tne  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  fc«r  6n>  with  inward  fmart  \ 
'    The  blcod  of  Chrftt  -Jiyinely  flows 
,  A  healing  balm  for  all  their  vrOes.] 

[3  Bled. are  the  meek,  who  (rand  afar' 
From  rage  and  paflion,  noife  and  war  ; 
•God  will  fecure  their  happy  ftate, 
And  plead  their  caufe  againfi  tne  great.] 

[4.  Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  thirft  for  grace  ; 
Hunger  an'd  ion.  oufnefs; 

They  (hall  be  well  fupply'd^  and  fed 
with  living  ftreams  and  living  bread.] 

ft t/S  Sled:  are  the  men  whole  bowels  move, 
;  ■  ftnd  melt  w;?h  fynipathy  and  love  : 
;vFrom  ChrirV,  the  Lord,  they  (hall  obtain 
jike*  fynipathy ,  and  We. again.] 

fa  Bleft  are  the  pures  whbfe  hearts  are  clean 
/rom  the  defiling  pow'r  bf  fin  ; 
vMth  endlefs  p'eafure  they  fhall  fee  * 
V/.&  God  of  fpotlefs  purity.] 

[7  Bleft  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ft  rife  ; 
They  fhail  be  call'd— the  heirs  of  blifs, 
I  The  Ions  of  God — the  God  of  peace.] 

^  [8  Bleft  are  the^fufPrers,  who  partake 

f  pain  and  (hame,  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
J  Their  foujs  mall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
r  -Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward,] 

CIII.  Net  ajhamed  of  the  go/pel,  1  Tim.  i.  I2V 

I    T  *  M  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  fclory  of  his  crofs. 


B,'I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      69 

2  JefuSj  my 'God  !  I  know  his  name, 
His  name  is  all  my  truft  ; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promife  fhuck<> 
And  he  can  well  fecure 

What  I've. committed  to  his  hands, 
'Till  the  decifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 
Before  his  Father's  face  5  % 

iAndj  in  the  new  Jerufalem, 
Appoint  my  foul  a  .pi  ace. 

!I-V.  Stats  of  nature  &  grace9  1  Cor.  vi,  io^ts* 

NO  T  the  malicious  or  profane, 
The  wanton?  or  the  proud, 
[or  thieves,  nor  fland'rers  mail  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprizing  grace  !  And  fuch  were  W€ 

i£y  nature,  and  by  fin ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  rnifery, 

Unholy  and    unclean, 

j  But  we  are  wam'd  in  Jefus'  bloody 

We're  pardon'd  thro*  his  name  j 
AM  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
t      Has  fandlify'd  our  frame, 

4  O,  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  jufi  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 

No  more  pollute  cur  hands, 

CV.  Heaven  invifible  and  holy,  1  Cor.  ii,  9,1c* 
Rev.  xxi.  27, 
T  O  R  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  hnc  bearrl .... 


HYMNS    AND  B.  f. 

[5   f/hat  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
v*  J  For  thofe  who  love  the  Son. 

g  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
./    Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 
ff  /The  beams  of  glory,  in  his  word, 
[  /      Allure  and  guide  us  heme. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  ffcy, 
And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
I  No  wanton  lips,  nor  env'ous  eye, 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the  Mifs. 

.     4  Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 
Pollution,  fin,  and  /hame  ; 
iNone  fliall  obtain  admittance  there, 
ff  j     But  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
There  all  their  names  are  found  $ 

The  hypocrite,  in  vain  (hall  drive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

;  -JC  7  L  Dead  to  fin  by  the  crofs  i/Ghrift^Ro,  vij 

1  Q  H  A  L  L  we  go  on  to  fin, 
)^  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds, 

Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  £ 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 
k  '  Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 

That  we,  whefe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

a\    3  ^e  w*^  kg  flaves  no  more, 

Since  Chrirl  has  made  us  free, 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  the  crofs, 
Jtom&ml  i^abX^ur  liberty. 
The  pjory  of  his  crofs. 


B*  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     ?r 

CVIT.  The  Fall  and  Recovery  of '-Man. :  Or, 
Chrift  and  Satan  at  enmity,  Gen,  jii.  l»  ij^ 
17,  Gal.  iv.  4,  Col.  ii.  15. 

iTT^ECEIV'D  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell, 
i      jLJ^  Adam,  our  head,  our  father,  kll  $ 
When  fatan,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  which  God  forbid. 

ft  Death  was  the  threat'ning  :  Death  began 
To  take  poiTeflion  of  the  man  ; 
His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curies  fmote  the  ground. 

*   3  But  fatan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 

Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord — « 
;  6i  Let  everlafling  hatred  be 
"  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4  6i  The  woman's  feed  (hall  be  my  Ion  ; 
*'  He  fhall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done— • 
(i  Shall  break  thy  head — and  only  feel 
•"  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

[5  He  fpake — and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
Roll  c>n — at  length  his  Son  appears  5 
Angels,  with  joy  defcend  to  earth, 
And  iing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies  ! 
But,  sis  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  Ikies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] 

CVIIL   Chrifl  unfeen  and  beloved,  1  Pet.  i.  8; 

y\{     Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  5 
Yet,  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  In  his  w©rd. 


Wtmns  and        b«  if 

%  On  earth  we  want  the  fight    , 

Of  oar  Redeemer's  face  •, 
Yer,  Lord,  our  inrndft  thoughts  delight 

To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

o   And  when  we  tafte  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 

And  heav'n  begins  below. 

CIX.  The  Value  of  Christ,  andhisRighteotifnefo 
Phil.  iii.  7,  $,  9. 

1  T^T  ®  more>  mY  Godr  I  boaft  no  more 
J^    Of  ail  the  duties  Ihave  done  j 

1  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name^ 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  iofs  -9 
My  former  pride  1  call  my  fhame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

3  Yes,  and  I  mud  and  will  efteemf 
All  things  but  Iofs  for  Jefus'  fake  5 
O,  may  my  foul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  his  right'oufnefs  partake  ! 

4  The  bed  obed'ence  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before' thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done.' 

CX.  Death  and  immediate  Glory,  2  Cor.  v.  I, 5,8 

THERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 
And  here,  my  fpirit  waiting  ftaacj6a 

Till  God  fhall  bid  it  fly.  j, 


J.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    73 

%  Shortly,  this  prlfon  cf  my  clay 

Muft  "be  diiloiv'd,  and  fall  ; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call, 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  Almighty  grace* 
Who  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  j 

And,  as  an.  earneft  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n, 

4,  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come— 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But,  while  the  body  is  cor  home, 

'We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

5  *Tis  pteafant  to  believe  thy  grac£r 

But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
We  would  beabfent  from  the 'flefh, 

And  prefect.  Lord,  with  thee, 

CXI.  Salvation  byGracc^  Titus  III.   2^—7° 

[  j  T     ORD, we  confefs  our  mim'rous  faulty 
Jf_^     How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 

Fooiiih  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives-  were  fin. 

%  But,  O  my  foul,  forever  praife. 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  waysy 

Of  folly,  fin,  and  fhame -!j 

[3  'Tis  not  by  works  cf  right'onfnefs. 
Which  cur  own  hands  have  done  ; 

But  we  are  fav'd  by  sov'heign  grace, 
Abounding  thro'  his  Son.] 

4.  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  : 


,: 


74  HYMNS    A'ND  &  I. 

'Tis  by.  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  "wafh'd  from  fin, 

5  'Tls  through  the  pureha-fe  of  his  death 
Who  hung  up;;n  the  tree, 

The  Spirit  is  Tent  down  to  breathe 
On  i'uch  dry  bones  as  we.  ' " 

6  Riis'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew— 
AndJ  juftify'd  by  grace, 

We  fliajj  appear  in  g I  j r y  too, 
And  fee  our  Father's  face, 

CXII.  Looking  to   Jefus,  John   ill,  ?4— 16* 

1  O  O  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  faife 
O     The  brazen  terpen t  high  ; 

The  wounded  felt  immed'aie  eais, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die, 

2  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hhttr9 
And 7/zv  — the  prophet  cries  ;- — 

Eut,  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  hiih  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung^ 
High  o'er  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  ; 

Here  fmners,  by  th*  old  terper.t  things 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  world  revives  ; 

The  Jew  \s  the  ^lor'ous  hope, 

Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

HI    A-.-raham's  Bkjpng  on  the  Gentiles, 
Gtn.  xvii,  •;.   Rcnh  xv.  8.  Mark  x.  n, 

fir  "  '  b?w  diviitg! 

<;  ■ 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,     gj 

3  3 at  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure? 
The.  g&eat  Redeemer  iiood  ; 

While  {'atari's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  reliii:  to  blood. 

4  He,  in  'the  days  of  feeble  itefh, 
•      Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 

And,  in  his  meafure,  feels  afrefii 
'What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

[5   FJe'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  fiajbt 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame  : 
The  bruifrd  reed  he  never  breaks, 

Nor  fcorns  the  meaner!  name. J 

%  Then  let  our  humble  fakh  addrefs  .   -    '•' 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r ; 
We  (hall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  the  di£reiling  hour. 

€XX V  J .    Charity  and  Unchatltdbhnefs^  - Rom,: 
.    xiv.  17,  19.  1  Cor.  x.  32. 

'■Vf'OT  difPrent  food,  nor  dtfPrent  dref* 
W    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord- — 
.But  peace,  and  joy,  and.rlght'oufnefs, 
Faith,  and  obed'e'nee  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  christians  we  cefpife9 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong  ; 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftrong. 

3  Let  pr?de  and  wrath  he  banifh'd  hence  % 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue  5 
IVor  foal!  our  praaice  give  offence 

Tof\  ■  Gentile  or  the  jew. 

'■ X j  I  t   i^SaV*  «i •  •     •       •        .  r  »  , 

-■■■-     u.  .,  ami  s  invitation  to  jvnnersi  M  ~ 

-      -     -    ■       ...    .;-.   ..;  . 


n.i  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

*«  111  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils,. 
«c  And.  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  u  They  mall  find  reft  who  learn  of  me  $ 
"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  \ 

*'.  But  paffion  rages  like  the  fea, 
cc  And  pride  is  reiileis  as  the  wind. 

3  cf  Bleft  is  the  man  whole  moulders  take 
*s  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  -, 

"  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  hfs  neck, 

*c  My  grace  mall  make  the  burden  light, 

4.  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Refign  cur  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

.CXXVIII.-7&*  ApoJIU's  Commljjicn,  Markxvi 
15,  &c.  Matthew  xxviii.  18,  &c. 

<c/^1  O  preach  my  gofpe!5  faith  the  Lord, 

Vjf  "Bid  Uie  whole  earth  my  grace  receive 
"  He  (hall  be  fav'd  who  truits  my  word, 
**  He  fkall  be  dam'd  who  won't  believe. 

[2  Ci  I'll  make  your  great  com. miffion  known, 
*'  And  ye. {hall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
■*  By  all  the    .orks  which  I  haye  done, 
M  By  all  the  wonders  ye  mall  do. 

3  u  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the -dead, 
*c  Go,  cart  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 
"Nor  let  my  prophets  be  pfrair', 
*  Tho  Greeks  reproach  and  Jews  b!afpheme»J 

A-  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands— 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  mall  end  ; 
%l  A.I1  pow'r  is  trufted  in  mv  hands, 
"I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend."  ■ 


-J5.-I;    SFIRITUJL    SONGS.    gs 

5  He  fpake— and  light  flione  round  His  head* 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode  5 
They  to  cne  far  the  if.  nations  (presd 
-  Thegrace  of  their  Ziczntled  Uod. 

►  G  K  X  i  X.  Submij]i<m  &  d sliver  ana  %  Gen .  xxil  & 

1  O  AIM  F6,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 
O  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord* 

K"  fiiail  reftore  what  you  lefign, 
Or  grant  you  bieflings  mors  divine* 

2  So  Ahra'm,  with  obed'ent  hand, 
Led  forth  his  fori  at  God's  command  | 

*  The  wood,  the  rare,  the  knife  he  took,  j 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ftroke. 

3  i(  Abra'm,  forbear*  the  angel  cry'd, 

j  *"    Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  iove  is  try'd  * 
■'*'    Thy  fonihali  live — and  in  thy  feed 
*£  Shall  ths  whole  earth  be  biefsy  indzzd*'^ 

4  J-Jft  in  the-laft  diftreffing  hour 
The  i  .ord  tfii-jlays  deliv'ring  pow'r  ; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  prace, 
Where  we 'fliall  fee  furprizing  grace. 

©X£X.  L9V8&  hatred^  ftjfc  »«  *•  Ep.  ittJO. 

*'1\T  ^  w  by  the  bov,;£l-s  of  m>'  God, 

L  ^     His  fharp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints  $ 
By  his  laft  groans,  his  dying  blood, 

1  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints, 

2  Giaraor;  and  wrath,  and  war,  be  gone—* 
Envy  and  fpite  forever  ceafe  ;  \ 
Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  fairus.  the  foru  cf  peace, 

H 


86  HYMNS    AND  B   I; 

3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 
Plies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  flrife  ;. 
Why  (hould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love# 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'niy  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind,  be  all  our  thoughts— • 
Thro*  all  our  live?,  let  mercy  run  : 

So  Gcd  forgives  our  num'rous  faults 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift,  his  Son. 

CXX*^.  Phari fee  and  Publican.  Lu.  xviii.  ie» 

1~Q  E  H  O  L  D  how  fmners  difagree — 

|3    The  Publican  ard  i  lurifee  ! 
One  doth  his  right'oufneff  pioclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  ihame. 

a  This  man  at  humble  di  (fonce  (land?,. 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
T.bat  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  Cone. 

3  The  F-ord  their  difPrent  language  knows* 
And  difprfnf  anfwers  he  bellows  : 

*5  he  humble  feu',  with  grace  he  crowns-, 
While  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns, 

4  D^ar  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Joiu'j  with  the  b">afting  Pharifee  ;. 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  ple^d  the  fufT'rings  of  thy  Son. 

C  XX XII.  Ho'inefs  and  Grace,  Tit.  ii  IC— IJ» 

I   O  O  \et  nur  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
Cj   The  hMv  Gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
fo  let  our  works  and  virtues  flvne 
To  r»nvs  the  doctrine  all  divine,—- 

5  Th*3«;  (h\\\  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  Uoaore  of  our  Saviour  Go4  ^ 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS,     gji 

When  the  falvation  reigns  within 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  $e(h  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny'd, 
Failion  and  envy,  lull  and  pride  ; 
While  juilice,  temp'rance,  tiuth,  arcd  love^ 
Oar  inward  piety  approve. 

t  4.  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up^ 
While  we  expecT:  that  bkfi:d  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  (tends  leaning  on  bis  word. 

CXXXIII.  Love  and  Charity^!  Cor.  xiii.  2— .-1 

I  T  E  T  Pharifees,  of  high  efteem, 
JL/     Their  faith  and  zeal  declare  5 

All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 

3t  Love  -fuffers  Jong  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte  ; 
She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  pad. 

[3  Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  heir, 
She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 

Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Tho'  file  endures  the  wrong,] 

[4  She  nor  deures,  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time  ;< 
IS  or  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  belcw, 

Nor  envies  thofe  who  climb.] 

\  5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 
To  feek  her  neighbor's  good  ; 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 
Hz 


S3  HTMNS    AND     m       B.l* 

6  Love  is  the  grace  which  keeps  her  pow'r. 

In  realms  of -li^ht  above  ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 

But  faints  for  ever  love, 

"CXXX1V.  Religion  vain  withut  Love,  I  Cora 
xiii.   f,  2,  3. 

■  l"T  "¥*AD  I  *^e  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 

And  nobler  fpeech  than  a.ngeis  ufe, 
If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 
Jjike  tinkling  brafs5  an  empty  foundo 

2  Were  I^infpirM  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  helJ. 
Or  could  my  fesith  the  world  remove, 
-Still  I  am  nothing,  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diftribute  all  my  itore 
To  feed  the  bovfcels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  oi y  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glor'ous  name-*-* 

4 .  If  love  to  Gog,  and  love  to  men 

B3  abfent — all  my  hopes  a*e  vain  :^ 
Nor  tongues,   nor  gifts,  no/  fiery  zeal, 
'The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

CXXX  V.   The  Love  of  Chrift  Jhed  abroad  fa 
the   Heart,  liph.   i&    lb,  &C. 

IE,  dzzreft.  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
Bv  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  j 
Then  Ml  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
joys  which  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

St  Com-, -fill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength, 
Mske  our  enlarged  ;ou!s  poffefs 
And  learn  the  heighth,and  breadth>and  length 
Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 


B.L    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     $$ 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whofe  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wifhes  lincw,  , 
Bs  ever]ailiiig  honors Mone 
By  ail  the  church,-  thro'  (Jhrift  his  Son. 

CXXXVI.  Sincerity  and  My peer ifyA    or,  Car- 
nality In  Worjhipi]o*  iv.  23.  Ff.'  exxxix.  2 J 

.1  /*S  0-D  is  a  Spirit,  juft  arid  wife  5 
VJ"     He  fees  our  inraoit  mind  : 

In  vain  to  beav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth,  before  his  throne, 

Wi.tfei  honor  can  appear  5 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known* 

Through  the  difguife  ihsy  wear. 

J  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  fleies, 
Their  bending  knees,  the  ground  | 

But  God  abhors  the  facrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways,1 

And  make  my  foul  lincere  5 
Then  fliali  1  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

'CXXXVII.  Salvation  by  Grace^  2  Tim.  i:  gjQ 

1 1\T  ®  ^  tot^e  Pow'f  °^  God  fuprems 

J^    Be  eyerlavring  honors  giv'n  ; 
He  laves  from  hell^ — f  we  bkfs  his  name) 
He.  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heav'ru 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 
But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praiie, 


ip  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

3  'Twas  his  mere  pleafure  which  begua 
To  refcue  rebels  cioom'd  to  die  : 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrift  his  Sen, 
Before  he  fp;ead  the  ftarry  fky. 

4  Jefu?,  the  Lord,  appears  at  laft,- 
And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known 
Declares  the  great  tranfadions  pair, 
And  brings  immortal  bleftings  down. 

5  He  dies— and,  in  that  dreadful  night, 
D:d  all  the  povv'rs  of  hf  11  deitroy  ; 
P.  ihng,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  look  potfefEon  of  the  joy. 

PXXXVIII.   Saints  in  the  Hands  cf  Chrift. 
fofrn  x.  28,  29. 

I   Y?  *  R  M  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands, 

My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  truft  j 
If  i  arn  fi   ind  in  Jefus'  hands 
Ivl ,  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

%  r  is  engag'd  to  fave 

The  meaneft  of  bis  fheep  ; 
All  which  his  heav'nfy  Father  gave 

His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  6e?.?h,  nor  hell  fhall  e'er  remove 

His  fav'rites  from  his  breail  ; 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 

The  /  rnuft  for  ever  reft. 

C  XXXI X.  Hope  in  the  CovdnM^Htb^  vi.  17,1c 

O  W  eft  have  fin  and  fatan  ftrove 
To  tend  my  foul  from  thee,  my  God 
But  evertaftlng  is  thy  love, 
And  J- 'us  teals  it  with  his  b'ood. 

%  The  oath  and  prcmife  of  the  Lord 
Jpin  to  confirm  the  wo^dr'cus  grace  j 


B.I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     $i 

Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endlek  praife. 

3  Amidft  temptations,  (harp  and  long, 
My  foul /to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong, 
While  ternpeils  blow,  and  billows  rife. 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  of  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood, 

CXL,    A  living   and   a  dead    Faith  ^  colkflei 
from  feveral  Scriptures, 

ilk  /TIsTAKEN*  fouls  !  who  dream  of  heav'n 

J-VjL      And  ma^e  their  empty  boafl 
Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  flaves  to  juft. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Chrift  the  living  bead. 

3  Tis  faith  that  changes  all  thz  heart, 
'Tis  faith  which  works  by  love  ; 

That  bids  ail  fmful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  which  conquers  earth  and  hel!,1 
By  a  cceleft'al  pow'r  ; 

This  is  the  grace  which  fhall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

5  Faith  mud  obey  her  Father's  will. 

As  well  3s  truft  his  grace  ; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  {till 
For  his  own  holinefs, 


Si  HYMNS    AND  L\  1. 

6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free, 
He  makes  our  natures  dean  ; 

Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
The  minifter  of  fin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 
And  feals  our  peace  with  God  ; 

Jefus,  and  his  falvation,  came 
By  water  and  "by  blood,] 

CXLL—*7V  Humiliation  and  Exaltation  ef 
Chrift,  Ifa.  iiii.   i  — §,    10— 12. 

I   XJkjKQ  has.believ'd  thy  word, 
Y"    Or  thy  falvation  known?: 

Reveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son  ! 

"-2  The  Jews  eiteem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief  : 
Sorrows,  his  chief  acquaintance  wcref 
Ado  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eves  away, 
And  treated  bim-with  (corn  ; 

But  ftwas  their  griefo  upon  him  Jay, 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  *T  was  far  the  flubborn  Jews, 
Ana  Gentile?,  then  unknown, 

The  God  of  juftice  pleas'd  tobruife 
His  befi- beloved  Son. 

5  £i  Hut  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

c<   And  make  his  kingdom  frand  ; 
"  My  p'eafure,  (faith  the  God  of  grace) 
"  Shali  -profper  in  his  hand. 

[6  «  His  joyful  foulfhall  fee 
*  •  The  purchafe  of  his  pain  $ 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL  -SONGS.     93 

**  And  by  his  knowledge  ju&ify 
**  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

f  "  Tea  thoufand  captive  {laves 
46  R^ieas'd  from  death  and  fin, 
68  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  grave% 
*'  And  oyn  his  pow'r  divine.] 

£8  "   Heav'n  fhaH  advance  my  Son, 
u    1 0  joys  which  earth  dtny'd  ; 
«  He  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 

46  And  bore  their  fins,  and  dy  d.-"] 

hCXLIL  The  fame,  Ifa.  liii,  6—9,   i& 

■I.  T     IKE  Ateep  we  went  aflray, 
\j   And  Sroke  the  fold  of  God -.5 
Each  wand'ring:  in  a  difPrent  way, 
But  all — the  downward  r6ad. 

&  How  dreadful  was  the- hour, 

When  God  our  wand 'rings  laid — * 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance -pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

•3  Flbw  glor'qus  was  the  grace, 
When  Chrid  fuftain'd  the  ttroke  \ 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock, 

4  His  honor  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away  ; 

Join'd  with  the  wicked,  in  his  deaths 
And   made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  shall  raife  his   head 
O'er  ali  the  fons  of  men, 

And  make  him  fee  a  num'rous.feed 
T.tf  iQCompQpJQ  his.paia. 


$*  HTMNS    "AND  B.  I1 

6  "  I'il  give  him  (faith  the  Lord) 
<c   A.  portion  with  the  fhong  ; 
**  He  fhail  pofTefs  a  large  reward, 
"  And  hold  his  honors  long/' 

CXLIII.  Characters  §/  the  Children  of  God, 

I      A     S  new-  born  babes  defire  the  breafr, 
jr\.     I'o  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  j 

So  faints,  with  joy,  the  gofpel  tafie, 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

[  2  With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 

All  which  the  word  relays  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 

And  hate  the  works  he  hates.J 

[3  Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 

Can  m3ke  them  (laves  to  iuft  ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 

Nor  grovel  in  the  dult. 

'4  Not  -all  the  chains  which  tyrants  ufe* 
Can  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ;        / 

Faith,  like  a  conqu'ror,  can  produce 
A  thoufand  victo- ies.J 

[5  Grace,  like  an  uncoTupted  feed, 

Abides,  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 

The  foils   of  God  to  fin.] 

[6  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  flave 

Do  they  perform  his  will ; 
But  with  the  nobleft  pow'rs  they  have, 

His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They  find  acfefs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God,  within  the  vail  ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  powV, 

And  joys,  which  never  fail. 


B.L    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    9$ 

5  O  happy  fouls  !  O  glor'ous  flate 

Of  over-fiowing  grace  I 
To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat 

And  fee  his  lovely  face  ! 

Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne— 
Cail  me  a  child  of  thine  j 
end  down  the  bpirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine, 

0  There  fhed  thy  ehoiceft  loves  abroad* 
And  make  my  comforts  itrono-  • 

^hen  (hall  I  fay— ^  Father,  God, 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

^lAY-Zhe   Sniffing  and  fealing  Spirit* 
Rom.  vui.  14,  16.     Eph.  I.  i/,4" 

WHY  flicmld  the  children  of*  kinr- 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  *• 
'eat  Comforter,  defcend  and  brincr 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace  !         * 
Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faiW 
And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
hen  wilt  thou  baniin  my  complaints,        . 
And  ihzw  my  fins  forgiv'n. 

Mure  my  confcience  of  her  part 

Ln  the -Redeemer's-  blood; 

d  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart 

1  hat  I  am  born  of  God; 

Thou  art  the  earned  of  his  love, 
I  he  pierce  of  joys  to  come  ; 

E-J?/^  Wfngs'  coelcft^l  Dove  f 
Vill  hfQ  convey  me  home. 

r  f  2\7^an.d  Aaron* taken  fr°m  W*.  vii.  a 
I  JLS  Ub,  in  thee,  our  eyes  behold 
A  thoufand  glories  more 


mmmmmmm 
$5  HTM&S    AND  D.  I. 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  poliuVd  gold 
The  *fons  of  Aaron  wore, 

a  They  rirft  their  own  burnt  off  rings  brought 
To  purge  themfelves  from  fin  5 

Thy  Ufa  was  pure,  zvithout  a  Jj>ct9 
And  all  thy  nature  clean, 

[3  Frefh  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day8  . 

Was  on  their  alter  fpilt  ; 
But  l by  one  offering  takes  away 

For  everi  all  our  guilt.] 

f 4  Their  prieithood  ran  thro*  fev'ra!  hands, 
For  mortal  was  their  race  5 

Thy  never  changing  office  /lands 
'     Et-ernal  as  thy  days.} 

[5  Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year. 
With  blood,  but  not  h:s  o,vnf 

Aaron  within  the  vail  appear'd, 
Before  the  golderi  ih.rone. 

&  ButOhrif}^  by  his  own  powerful  bhoi9 

Ajcends  above  the  files  \ 
dad,  in  the  [rejencc  of  cur  God9  t 

Shows  his  own  facrifice.] 

y  Jefus*  the  King  of  glory,  reigns 

Oq  Sion's  heav'n-y  hill  ; 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain, 

And  wears  his  priel'ihood  {till. 

8  Pie  ever  Ifoes  to  intercede 

Before  hi*  Father's  hce   : 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 

Nor  doubt  thy  Father's  grace. 

CXLVI. fyaratiers  of   Chufr.. 

•  /^>J  O,  worfh:p  at  -Jmmanuel's  feet, 
Vjf  See,  ta  ki*  face3  ondu*  meet  |: 


B.- &  SPIRITUAL    SO'N&S>    9 

Earth  is  too  narrow  to  ex  pre  ft-. 
His  worth, -his  glory,  or  his  grace, 

[i   The  whole  creation  can  afford  s 
But  fome  faint  fhadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
*  Maft  mingle  colours,  not  lier  own.  1 

f  3   Is   He  ampar'd  to  (Vine  or -Bread  f 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls 'would  thus  be  fed  X 
That  flefh,  that  dying  blood  o\  thine 
Is  bread  of  rife—  is .heav'nly  wije.j 

4  Is  He  a  Tree  ?    The  world  receives 
^Salvation,  from  his  healing  leaves  : 
That  right'ous  branch,  4hat  fruitful  bOugh 
Is  David's  root,  and  offspring  too.J 

[$  Is   fie  a  Rofe  ?  Not  bharon  yields 
buch  fragraney  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or,  if  the  Lilly  he  aiiu me,  : 
The  valiies  bfcfs  the  rich  Perfume,  - 

[6   Is He  a  Vine  f    His  heav'nly  root     ' 
Supplies  .the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit  ; 
♦O,  let  a  tailing  union  join 
My  fouLto  Chrift,  the  living  Vine  f 

j*7   Is   He  the  Head?  Each  member  lijf^j 

Avid  owns  the  vital  pow?rs  he  gives  :, 
The  faints  bejow,  and  faints  above, 
Jotn'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love/1 

[8  Is  He  a  Fountain  f  There  I'll  bathe3 
And  heal  the  pi  ague  of  fin  and  ceatn  : 
Thffe  waters  s!i  my  foul  .renew. 
And  clean  ferny  io^tted  garments  too-l 
[g  Fs  He  a  Fire  ?    Rf-'lF'mirgi?  my  drofs ■': 
But  the- true  gold  fu^ains  no  left  : 
/ 

-i  IV'ITTmiIiim       i 


98  HTMNS    AND  B.  I. 

Like  a  refiner,  (hall  he  fit— 

And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 

f  (0  Is  He  a  Rock  ?   How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 
Yet  the  fweet  breams,  which  from  him  flow, 
Attend  us  all  the.  defart  thro'.  J 

[II   Is  He  a  V/ay  ?  He  leads  to  God-* 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk,  with  hope  and  zeal, 
'Till  1  arrive  K  Sion's  hill. 

F*2  Is  He  a  Door  ?  I'll  enter  in  ; 
Behold  the  pailures,  large  and  green  ! 
A  paradife — divinely  fair-; 
None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.] 

f  13   Is  He  defign'd  a  Ccryicr  Stone, 
For  men  io  build  their  hcatxn  upon  \    . 
Til  make  him  my  foundation  too  ; 
Nor  fear  the  piots  of  heli  below.  J 

[14.  Is   He  a  Temple)  I  adore 
Th' indwelling  majefty  and  pow'r  ; 
Arid  ftilK  to  his  moil  holy  place, 
When  e'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.] 

f  15  Is  Fie  a  Star  ?   He  breaks  the  night  ; 
Piercing  the  ftiadss  with 'dawning  light  : 
I  know  his  glories  from  2 far, 
I  know  the  bright,  the  Morning  Star.] 

}  16  Is  He  a  Suis  ?   His  beams  are  grace— 
His  courfe  is  joy  a?;d  right'oufnefs  : 
Nations  jejxnce*  wh*  n  he  appears 
To  chafe  their  cloudi,  and  dry  their  tears.] 

17  O  let  me  climb  tho\r«  higher  ikies, 
Where  iforms  and  darkness  never  rife  I 


B.I.    SPIRITUAL-   SONGS. 

There  he  difplays  his  (pow'rs  abroad, 
And  fhines,  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  Gcd, 

18  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun.  nor  {tars, 
Nor  heav'n  hss  full  refemblance  boars  j 
His  beauties  we-can  never  trsce, 
'TiH  we  behdd  him  face  to  face. 

CXLVIL—  The  names  and  Titles  of  Chriflv 

[i'T^  1  S  from  the  treafures  of  his  word* 

X     I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  5 
Nor  art,  nor  nature  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majefty. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Shining  with  undiminifn'd  rays  j 
Th'  eternal  God's  etern&h^on — 
The  heir,  and  partner  of  his  throne,  j 

3  The  King  of  kings — the  Lord  moft  high' 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh  : 

He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod.  ,- 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt,  nor  movC^ 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injure  love  \ 
Awakes  his  wrath,  without  delay, 

And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey, 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace,  he  ccmssj 
What  winning  titles  he  afitraies  ! 

Light  of  the  tvorld^  and  life  of  men  j 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
He-acls  "the  Mediator's  part  : 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 

I  a 


*oo-        HTMNS    AND  B.I. 

y  At  length,,  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends^ 
Divvies  the  rebels  jrom  his  friends  % 
And  faints,  in  full  fruition,  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 

> -CXLVIII.   .The  fame.— * 

[i   ]\1|  7"!  "TH  chearfiil  voice  1  fing 
"  VV     The  titles  of  my  Lord  j 

And  borrow  all  the  names 
.  X)f  honor,  from  his  word  $ 

Nature  and  art 

Can  ne'er  fupply 

Sufficient  tonns 

Of  Majefty. 
t  'In'Jefus  we  behoki 

His  Father's  glor'ous faeeV 
SbiniTig.for  ever  bright 
Wuh  mild  and  lovely  rays  : 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal   Son     "   ' 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne  J 

3  The  fovVpio-n-King  of  kings, 
Lord-  of  lorris  mod  high, 
Whites  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment,  and  his^thigh  :-— 
His.  name  is  call'd 
T  he  word  of  God  j 
lea  the  earth 
i.on  rod. 

a  Wber;e  prom;f55  and  grace 
n  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  an<:ry  Limb  refer, ts 
Thv  inj'rks  ef  his  love  ; 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,    iqi 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions  roar 
And  tear  the  prey. 

J  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes*. 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  aflumes  ! 

Light  of  the  world9 

And  life  of  men  ; 

Nor  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 

6  Im men fe  companion  reigns 
In  our  immanuePs  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  act 
\  A  Mediator's  part. 
He  is  a  friend 
And  brother  too  ; 
Divinely  kind, 
Divinely  true. 

j  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Jujlge, 
His  awful  throne  afcends  ; 
And  drives  the  rebels  far   * 
From  favorites  and  friends. 

Then  mall  the  faints 

Compleatly  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his  love, 

CXI IX.  Offices  of  Chri(r,  from  the  Jcrip: 

I     I"OIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow*r*> 
J    Which  ever  men  or  angels  bore  | 


jfei  HYMNS    JND  B.  I; 

AH  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
Or  fet  Immanuei's  glory  forth. 

2  But  Q,  what  condescending  ways 
He  takes,  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  \ 
h'y  eyes,  with  joy  and  wonder,  fee 
What  forms  of  iove  he  bears  for  me. 

3  The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  ftands 
With  his  comrniffion  in  his  hands  ; 
Sent  from  his  Father's  mijder  throne 
To  make  the  great  falvation  known, 

4.  Great  Prophet,  let  me  blefs  thy  name  i 

By  thee,  the  joyful  tidings  came, 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fin  for^iv'n, 

Qi  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'fl. 

5  My  bright  example,  and  my  guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide  j 

O  let  me  never  run  affray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd — he  (hall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among  his'iheep  ; 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  thnr  names^ 
And,  in  his  bofom,  bears  the  lambs. 

*j  My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe,  ♦ 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  bws  ; 
Behold,  my  foul,  at  freedom  fet  ! 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 

8  Jsfus,  my  great  High-Prieft,  has  dy\I-^~ 
J  k(k  no  facrifice  befide  : 
His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 
O  Mv  Advocate  appear??  on  high — 
The  Father  'ays  his  thunder  by  : 
Not  all  that  ^arth  or  hell  can  fay 
turn  my  Father's  he&r'l  away. 


ft.q.SPTRIfUrfL  SONGS.    j«f 

10  My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror*  snd  my  King3 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword  I  iing.j 
Thine  is  the  vicTry*  and  i  fit 
A  joyful  fubje&  at  thy  feet* 

li   Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glor'ous  deeds— 
The  Captain  of  Salvation  lead's  ; 
March  on  -  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Tho'. death  and  hell  obflruct  the  vvay0 

12  Should  deith  and  hel Land  pow'rs  unknown 
.Put  a!i  their  forms  of  mifchief  on  j 
I  (hall  be  fafe— for  Chrift  difplaya 
Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways. 

— ^CL.— The  fame. 

I    TOIN  all  the  glor'ous  names 
J    Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pQY?'r 
Which  ever  mortals  knew9 
Which  angels  ever  bore  : 

All  are  too  mean 

To  fpeak  his  worth. 

Too  mean  to  kt 

My  Saviour  forth. 

%  But,  O,  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condefcending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe, 
To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace -J 

Mine  eyes,  with  joy 

And  wonder,  fee 

What  forms  of  love 

He  bears  for  me. 

^  Array 'd  in  mortal  fle(h, 
He  like  an  angel  ^nds, 
And  holds  the  promifes 


And  .pardons,  in  his 


hands,  & 


i« j.  HTMNS    jfND  B.I. 

Commiffion'd  from 
His  Father's  throne, 

To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known. 

4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 
My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name; 
By  Thee  the  joyfu!  news 
Of  our  fa  1  vat  ion  came  j    ' 

The  joyful  news 
Of  fins  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  fubdu'd, 
And  peace  with  heav'n  I 

5  Be  thou  my  Councilor, 
My  pattern,  and  my  guide 
And  thro'  this  defart  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 

O  let  mv  feet 
Ne'er  run  afiray, 
Nor  rove,   nor  feek 
The  crooked  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  bhephnd's  voice  5 
His  watchful  eye  (hall  keep 
Mv  wand 'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  (beep  : 

Ht  feeds  his  flock, 
He  calls  their  names, 
His  hofom  bears 
The  tender  lambs. 

7  To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
VVjll  I  commit  my  caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
Bis  Father's  broken  laws* 


■%.;!. ;SPI-R;irUufZ    89NG&    iq3 

Behold  my"  foul 
At. freedom  fet 
f&y  Surety  paid 
The  tkeadfuJ  debt. 

<S  Jeras^  my  great  High- Prie^ 
OfFer'd  his  blood,  and  dy'd— » 
My  guilty  conscience  feeks 
Isio  (acrifice  befide. 

H  is  .p  o  w  'r  fu  1 ,.  b  I  ood 

Did  once  atone  ; 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before  the  throne. 

g  My  advocate  appears 
For  my  .defence,  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  hb.<ears, 
And  [ays  bis  thunder  by. 

Not  all  which  hell  , 

Or  SifK  can  fay, 

Shall  turn  his  heart, 

His  love  away. 

10  TvT v  dear  almighty  [  ord, 

Conqu'rcr,  and  my  King^ 
Thy  fceptfe,  and  thy  fv<brd, 
Thy  reijrsin^  prace  I  fiflg. 
Thine  is  the  pow'r*-* 
'      -      Behold  1  lit 

Jn  willing  bonds, 
Beneath  thy  feet. 

-$J /Now  let  mv  foil!  arife, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  j 
My  Captain  ]eads  me  forth 
To  conqucft  and  a  crown. 


»6,         HYMNS    AND  B.  L 

A  feeble  faint 
Shall/ win  the  clay, 
T*ho''  death  and  hell 
Obihu&  the  way. 

X2  Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  mofi  dreadful  forms 
Of  rase  and  mifchief  on  j 

I  fhall  be  fafe— 

For  thrift  difplays 

Superior  pow'r, 

And  guard 'an-grace. 


ND    of  the  FIRST    BOOK". 


I 


B     O     O     K         II. 


COMPOSED     0  If 

DIVINE     S  U  BJpECr  s. 


!•   ^/*/z£  of  Praife  to  Cod^fxwt  America. 

1  T^T  At  ure,  with  all  her  pow'rs,  (hall  jing 
1%$    God  the  Creltor,  and  the  King  : 

Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  fifties,  nor  feas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 

2  Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  Seraphs,  who  fit  near  his  throne  % 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  utmoft  bound. 

3  All  mortal  things,  of  meaner  frame,, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name  ; 
Whilft,  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice, 
We  fing  his  honors,  and  our  joys. 

4.  To  Him,  be  facred  all  we  have, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Our  lips  fhall  his  .loud  wonders  tell, 
And  ev'ry  word — a  miracle. 

5  This  we%rn  world,  our  native  land. 
Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
Our  foes  of  vi&'ry  dream  in  vain, 
And  fluke  the  captivating  chain. 


HTMNS    JND  B.  1{S 

6  Fie  builds  for  Liberty  a  throne, 
And  makes  it  gracious,  like  his  own  5  . 
Makes  our  fucceffive  rulers  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind, 

7  Raife' monumental  praites  higir 
To  him  who  thunders  thro*  the  fky, 
And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown. 
Shakes  an  afpiring  t)rant  down. 

U  Pillars  ©flailing  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honors  of  the  Cod  of  war a 

9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  lor'tieft  thouchts  and  louddt  fbngs  ; 
^Zion  pronounce,  with  warrneii  joy, 
liofcnnas  fr^m  ten  thodfcid  tongues, 

to  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frarrre 
Attempts  in  vain  to  r<  ach  thy  name  ; 
The  J*rongeft  ntftes  wh -ch  angels  raife^ 
Faint  in  the  worfhip  and  the  praife. 

I!.- — Tks  DeUib  of      Sinner . 

I   1|.  /f  Y  thoughts  on  awful  fubjecls  roll, 

iVi    Da  nation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 

cJpon  a  dying-  bed  ! 

1  LingViDg;  about  thefe  mortal  fhcres, 

She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 
'TiU*  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force, 

Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away  ! 

3  Then,  fwift  and  dreadful,  fhe  ilefccnds 

Down  to  the  fiery  coaft  ; 
Among  abominable  fiends. 

Hcrfclf  a- frightful  ghofh 


B,  II.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  105 

4  There  endle'fs  crouds  of  Jin  11  ers  lie* 
And  darknefs  makes  their  chains  5 

Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair,  they  cry— «  . 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  angulfn,  and  their  blooxf* 
For  their  old  guilt  atones  ; 

Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  :Amazing  grace,  which  kept  my  brestb^ 
Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 

'Till  1  had  iearn'd  my  Saviour's  death* 
And  well  infur'd  his'  love  ! 

III.    The  death  and  burial  of'a  falnU 

J  IE  If  7"HY  do  weAourn  deoarting  friends  \ 
Vfr        Or  fhake&t  death's  alarms  I 

*Tis  but  the  voice  wMch  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  h inarms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 
As  fait  as  time" can  move  ? 

Nor  would  we  vnih  the  hours  more  flow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  fhould  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

There  thenar  flefh  of  Jefus  lay,    - 

And  \q(z  a  long  perfume. 

4-  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  bls(^d9  *- 

Km)  foft ■ tied  ^ev'ry  bed  : 
Wh:-:1  1  :  :] -e  dying  members  re&? - 

U   t  with  the  lying  f-fead  ? 

5  Thencebe;aro5  '-^gb, 

iiii^  UiSVi   3  OUT  tSC-   "    i   V/i-V  « 


no  IITMNS     AND  B.  II, 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  fouls' {hall  By, 
At  the  great  rifin-g  day. 

6  Then  let  the  laf:  loud  trumpet  found3 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  ; 
Awalce,  ye  nations,  under  ground, 

Ye  faints,  afcehd  the  fides; 

IV,     Salvathn  in  the  Crofs. 
iTJ  E  R  £,   at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God* 

JLiL    *  '")'  my  ^ou'  beneath  thy  love  ; 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  biood, 
Jefus,  nor  lhall  it  e'er  remoye. 

2  Not  all  which  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
V/iih  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes-—* 
Jsfor  hells  fliouW  fright^my  foul  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  itwe-gio^s  rile, 

3  Should  worlds  confpiie  to  derive  me  bsnee, 
Movelefs  and  firm,  tkis  heart  Ihould  iis  ; 
Xefolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  1  mud  periin — haiQ  to  die. 

4  But fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear, 
Am  I  not  hfe  beneath  thy  ihade  ?  ' 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  ftrike  me  here, 

Nor  fatan  dare  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes— I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  fhall  ■/  aim  : 

:;a  to  my  dying  God  ! 
And  .my  bcii  honors  to  his  name. 

V.     Longing  to  fruifc  Chnft.  letter, 

ORD,   when  my  rho'ts  with  wonder  roll 
-  or;  thy  foul, 


B..IL  SPIRITUAL    SONGS,    in 

i  When  I. behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
Vanquifh'd  by  that  dear  blood,  of  thiiie, 
And  fee  the  man,  who  groan'd'  and  dy'd^ 
Sit  alor'ous.by  his  Father's  fide— 

2  My  paiiions  rife,  and  fear  above —  / 

I'm  wing*d  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love-'; 
Fain  would  1  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  wmchjGabriel  fings. 

4.  But  my,  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains. 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains  £ 
And,  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe, 
Falls  far  below  thy  victories.   * 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  muft  appear, 
When  we  (hall  leave  thefe  bodies  heie  ; 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay — and  mount  on  high, 
To  join  the  longs  above  the  iky, 

ffL     A  Morning  Song. 

N  C  E  more,  my  foui,  the  rifL*,g  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ;       0 
Once  more.?  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rolls  the  fkies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats^ 
The  day  renews  the  found, 

Wlcb  as  the  heav'n,  on  which  he  ills 
•  To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame, 
My  .tongue  ihall  fpeak  his  praiie  ; 

My  fins  would  rouze  his  wrath  to  flame-** 
And  yet  bis  wrath  delays  /    ■ 

[/-  Qp  a  poor  worm  thy  povr?  might  treat,  - 
And  I  could  ne'er  withftand'5 

K  ai 


xi 2  HYMNS    AND         B.  II; 

Thy  juftice  might  have  crufh/d  me  dszi9 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  Athoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the  laft  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread, 

And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

'6  Dear  God,  let  all  ray  hours  be.  thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  fhaij  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 

And  bring  a  pleafmg  night. 

VII.-  An  Evening  Song. 

iTPVRead  Sovereign,  let  my  ev'ning  fon^ 

JL/     Like  holy  inceiife  rife  ; 
Affi'ft  the  orPrings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  tiie  lofty  fkjes, 

2  Through  a|1  the  dangers -of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  \uzrd  ;   . 

And  ftill?  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
rcy  ftood  prepared. 

2  Perpetual  bleiTm^s  from  above 

Incarnpafs  me  around, 
.gut  O',  how  few  returns  of  love 

Hath  ny  Greater  found  { 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  dy-'fl 
To  fave  rny  wretched  foul  ? 

How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Fad  as  my  minutes  roil  ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 
To  thy  dear  crof>  1  flee  , 

&nd  to  thy  grace  my  foul  iefign. 
To  be  renew'd  by  Thee, 


B.-IL    SPIRITUAL    SGNGS.    iij 

6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I'd  lay  me  down  to  relfc  ; 
As  in  th5  embraces  of  my  God, 

Gi  on  my  Saviour's  breait. 

VIII.     A  Hymn  for  Morning  sr  Evening — * 

1  JVJ  O  S  A  N  N  A,  with  a  chearlurfoim^ 
JL  J.     To  God's  upholding  hand  j 

Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round. 
And  yet  fecure  we  Hand  1 

2  That  was  a  moil  amazing  pow'r, 
Which  rais'd  us  with  a  word  j  , 

And  ev'ry'day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  -upon  the  Lord. 

j  The  evening  reds  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 
We  wake— -and  we  admire  the  bed 

Which  was  not  made  our  tomb, 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  allure 
\  hat  •■'.■'.  lall  end  the  day  ! 

For  death  (lands  ready  at  the  doop 
To  match  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 
To  God's  revenging  law  | 

We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  Kiflgj 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

'6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  dally  light 
Our  iov  and  fafet 


l«*g*    , 


IfVi*  f*«>;L»  ft«.na   *:*>*  r,f,rt  ,,»  ^.^.N*. 

v?Ui  r^cDie  Qv  ■-  iics  ic.:£  at  nignt ~ 
Beneath  his  ihady  wings. 

IX.  Godly  jorrouu  afifeng //u^C brill's  fuffering; 
i     A     LAS  !  arid  did  my  Saviour  bleed  1 
^  i,     Aiuj  iM  ^^  Sov'reign  die  I 


u,<  HTMNS  ■  JN'D    _        &$& 

Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

[a  Thy  body  fkin3  fweet  Jefus,  thine— 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood — 
While,  all  expofs'd  to  wrath  divine., 

The"  glor'ous  Suff'rer  flood    ] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  which  1  had  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  Ipve,  beyond  degree  I 

4  Well-might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hid?. 
And  fhut  his  glories  in, 

When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  dy'd    * 
I7or  man,  the  creature's  fin, 

5  Thus,  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face*  >   ' 
While  his  dear  crofs  appear?, 

DifTolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  sprier  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 

Here  Lord,  I  give  triyfelf  away, 
'Tis  ail  that  I  can  do, 

X.  Parting  vAth  Carnal  Joys. 

'X.  "fk/T^  *"ou*  forfakes  her  vakl  delight, 

JAJL      And  hidi.  the  world  farewell  5 
Bale  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And.miichievous  as  !,-.. 

at  No  longer  will  I  afk  vour  love, 
Nor  feek  your  friendship  more  ; 

The  happinefs,  which  I  approve, 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

2  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacicus  earth 
hich  fuits  ray  Jarze  defire  ; 


Bit!-    SPIRITUAL   SONGS,    sij 

To  boundlefs  joy,  and folic  mirth, 
My  nobler  thoughts  alpire. 

[4  W-hert  plea  furs  rolls  its  living  £Iog4» 
*   From  fin  and  drofs  retard, 
.,8  till  bringing  from  the  throne  of  Goc|, 
And  fit,  to  che-ar  the  mind, 

;$  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  G^thefpher^ 

The  glorious  and  the  great. 
Brings  his  own  ail-funicience  thsre^ 

To  make  cur  blifs.  compleat.  j 

6  Had- 1-  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  : 
There  fits  my  Saviour,  dreft  in  love—-    - 

And  there*—  ?ny  fmiiing  God.— 

•  _ — -XL— —T he  fame.  * 

_  j  -T  -Send  the  joys  of  earth  awav— » 

f&_  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  5 
.Falfe  as  the  imooth  deceitful  fea, 
And  empty  as  the  whiiVlinq;  wind- 

2  Your  dreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  .to  the  gu'ph  of  black  defpair  ; 
And,  while  [  liften'd  to  your  Tons:, 
Your  ftresms  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there, 

.3   Lord ?  I  adore  thy  match k ft  grace, 
■Which  "warn'd  me  of  that  darkabyfs  ; 
Which  4rew  me  from  thofe  treach'rous  feas^ 
And  bid  me  feek  superior  bliss. 

4  Mow,  to  the  mining  re?1^?  above 
I  fetch,  mv  hands,  and  glance  mine  eves  : 
.O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
"1  o  bear  me  to  the  upper  ikies  !    ' 

5  There,  from  the  bo.'cra  of  my  God3 

^ceass  of  sndkfc  pleafes  roil  ; 

1 .. 


ji6  HYMNS    JlND  13.  IT. 

There  would  I  fix  my  laft  abode, 
And  drcwn  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

XH.  Chttft  is  the  Sub/lance  of  the  Leviticai 

Priejihood, 

1  ^TP*  H  E  true  Meffiah  now  appears  ; 

JL      The  types  are  all  withdrawn  : 
So  fly  the  fhadows  thd  the  ftars 
iiefore  the  riling  dawn, 

2  No  fmokfcxag  f./eets,  no  bleeding  larnbsj 
Iso  kid  nor  bullock  flain  : 

Incenfe  and  fpiee,  of  coftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  mull  lay  his  robes  away, 
Bis  rnitrc  and  his  veil, 

When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofPring  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh,  to  {how 
The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 

For  us  he. paid  his  life  below, 
.  And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  Father,  he  crie?,  forgive  their  fim^ 
For  I  my j elf  have  dy'd  ; 

And    hen  he  fhows  his  open'd  veins, 
Ami  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

XII i.  The  Creation,  Preservation,  DiJJolutlon^ 
and  Refioration  of  ibis  World* 

ifMNG  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  jfkies, 
^3  The  Lord,  whorear'd  this  ftately  frame; 
Let  all  the  nations  found  Ks  praiie, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  .name. 

%  tie  formM.the  feas,  and  fram'd  the  hills, 
e  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft — 

■.  with  all  their  wheeJf, 


B.  II.   SP1  RITUAL  SONGS.  117 

3  NW,  from  his  high  irnper'a!  throng 
Hz  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  $ 
Kc  bids  the  finning  orbs  roil  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  bafty  years. 

4  Thus  (hall  this  moving  engine  lafl 
*Till  ail  his  faints  are  gather'd  in  \ 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft 
To  fhake  it  all  to  duft  again  I 

I  Yet,  when  the  found  {hall  tear  the  teles, 

And  "lightnings  burn  the  globe  below*-— 
SaintSj  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
TJjer/s  a  nevv.heav'n  and  earth  for  you.  - 

XIV.   Lord's  Day  :  or,  Delight  in  Ordinanau 

1  %tT}$>  L  C  O  M  E,  fweet  day  of  re2, 
.  VV    Which  law  the  Lord  arife  3 

Welcome,  to  this  reviving  breait, 
And  chefs  rejoicing  eyes  !  " 

2  The  King  hirrifelf  comes  near, 
And  feafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 

Here  we  may  fit-,  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  am  id  ft  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  has  been,     . 

is  fweeter  ..than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pkaf arable  (in. 

4  My  willing  (bill,  would. flay 
-  fn  fuch  a  frame  as  this  ; 

And  fo    and  fing  her  felf  away 
TJq  everlafting  blifs. 

*-— XV.  The  Enjoyment  of.  Christ  ■■■!!■■■' 

sTH^  AR  from  my  tho'ts,  vain  world  he  gone  5 
Let  my  religious  hoars  alone  : 


n8  HYMNS    AND  B.  IU 

t  Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee— 
i  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle?,  with  intcnfe  defire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

f  3  The  trees  of  life  immortal  ftand 
In  blooming  rows  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
And,  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide, 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpet'al  glide. 

4  Hafte  then— .but  with  a  fmiling  face— 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
tiring  down  a  Cafle  of  truth  divine, 
And  chear  my  heart  with  facred  wine  ] 

5  BlefsM  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  I 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did. angels  tafle  above 
Redeeming'  grace,  and  dying  loye. 

6  Rail  great  Irnmanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee,  thy  Father's  glories  mine  ; 
Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  faireft  One, 
Whom  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known  ! 

XVI.     fart  the  fie  end. 

1  "       ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
I  y  Shines  thro*  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 

And  lights -our  paflions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 

2  When  I  can  f  / — My  God  is  mine^ 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  mine, 

1  trea  \  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
A«J  A\  the  earth  calls  good  or  great* 


B.  IT.   SPIRITUAL   SONGS.    ii$ 

A  3  While  fuch  a  fcens  of  facred  joys 
Our  rapt ur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
Hers  we  could  fit,  and  gaze  away, 
A  long,  an  everlafting  day. 

4.  We\l-<-we  (hall  quickly  pafs  the  night 
/To  the  fair  coaft  of  perfect  light  ; 
Then  (liall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  Oaje&  of  our  love. 

f  5  There  (hall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  hlifs, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 
I  A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 

f)  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand 
.While  we  pafs  through  this  barren  land  5 
And,  in  thy  temple,  let  us  fee 
A  glympfe  of  love,  a  glympfe  of  Thee.] 

—XVII.— God's  Eternity. 


ISE,  rife,  my  foul,and  leave  the  ground, 
Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad  5 
And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  thJ  eternal  God.  ' 

2  Long  e'er  the  lofty  fkies  were  fpread, 
y    Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne  ; 

'E'er  A.dam  form'd,  or  angels  maefe, 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 
But  ilil  1  maintain  their  prime  ; 

Eternity's  his  dwelling  place — 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While,  like  a  tide,  our  minutes  flov, 
The  prefent  and  the  paft  ; 

He  fills  his  own  immortal  NO\V% 
And  fees  our  ages  wa£e. 


no         ETMNB    AND         B.  II. 

5  The  fea  and  fky  muft  perifli  too, 
And  vail  deftrueiion  come  ; 

The  creatures,  look,  how  old  they  grov(3 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom  ! 

6  Well — kt  the  fea  ftirink  all  awsy, 
And  flame  melt  down  the  fkies 

yiy  God  i'hail  live  an  endlefs  day. 
When  th*  old  creation  dies* 

X/1IL  The  Mimfiry.  cf  Angeh. 

ITTIG  H  on  a  hill  of  dazz'ling  light 

J_  X  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat/ 
And  troops  of  angels,  ihetcfr'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  at  his  awful  feet> 

4  4S  Go,  faith  the  Lord,  my  Gabriel,  go— * 
«*  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  v/onib  ; 

"  Make  hafte,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
<c  Sing  and  proclaim — the  Savkur  come* 

^  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  fides, 

And  .thick  around  Elifha  ftarids  5 

Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  fii^s, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's   hands.* 

4.  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofb, 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  5 
Kere,  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts, 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  20  and  come  ; 
With  chearful  hafvc  nf^y  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home, 

XrX.  Our  fral! 7  God  our  Pre  fir v*r. 

I,  IT    ET  others  boalt  how  fcro-t;  they  be, 
\.j     Nor  deaih,  aor  dauber  tea/  \ 


B.   IL    SPIRITUAL   SQN-GS,    12-1 


Bui  we'll  conf>&,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
'What  feebly  things  we  are. 

2  Frefh  as  the  grafs,  our  bodies  'fland— •• 

And  flouriili  S  I  and  gay  ; 

A  blading  wind  f weeps  o'er  ihs  Ian4i 
%     And  fades  ft  ay. 

3,  Our  life  contains  a 

And  dies,  if  one  bi 

Strange  !  that  a  harp 

1     ShouM  keep  in  tup. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frail 
The  God  who  bu'  ;  us  firft  5 

Salvation  to  d> '  A3  m  igh  t  y  n  a  it.  e 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  di 

5  He  fpake—  and       ijt  our  heai 
\  In  all  their  motions  role  1 

«-  £**-  £'W5  fa  id    he,  -d  the 

And  round  the  veins  it  ffc 


icings, 

thoufand  {Ling$s 
long; 


'eath,  or  ufe  cur  tongues-, 


6-  While  #e  h: 

Our  Maker  01 

t  His  Spirit  moves  our  iwayjnor  Jungs 

Or  they  would  breathe  no  n:c:el 


■xx.  fea 


H  Y-  is 


n  thso 


I* 
As 


m  HYMNS    AND         B.  II, 

j  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favor*o£  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prcfumes  1  cannot  Icofe. 

The  rdifh  all  my  days. 

4  But  e'er  one  fie:  r  is  pafl, 

The  flatfc'ring  world  employs    ' 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  i "-ize  cay  tafte, 

A nti  to  pollute  my  jo 

[5  TriSes  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  c 
Intrude  into  my  tjh 

And  ih;u&  thee  from  my  ar::>>. 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  ibul 
,      That  I  fhouU  iofe  thee  fo  ; 
Where  wiU  thofe  wild  afTecYiona  roll 

Which  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

[*7  Sin's  promisVI  joys  are  turn'c  t^d  pain. 

And  I  am  drown'd  in         ."  j 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 

He  Hies  io  my  relief  ! 

8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprrae, 

He  draws  with  losing;  bands  j 
Divine  Companion's  in  his  eyes, 

A-nd.  pardons  in  his  hands  j 

.  7ret^h  that  F  am,  to  wander  thus  ! 
In  chafe  of  falfe  dcliv 
Let  me  be  fafteri'd  to  t  1 

Rather  than  loofe  thy  light  ] 

fio  i'.  .  thegoajfc 

An*  bring  . 

. —    ■  ■  — -  -    ■--- 


B.  II.   SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    123 

XXL  A  Jong  of  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer, 

I   T     E  T  th?  old  heathen  tune  their  long 

JLff  Of  great  Diana,  and  of  Jove  ; 
But  the  fweet  theme  which  nrovts  my  tongue, 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

a  Behold,  a  God  defcends  find  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  ! 
How  ihe  black  gulph,  where  fatari  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell  ! 

3  Row  juftice  frowr/d,  and  vengeance  iloocl 
To  drive  me  down  to  end'efs  pain  I 

sBat  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  miid  again. 

4  Infinite  Lover,  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honors^giv'n  : 

.Thy  wondrous  name  fhall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heav'n. 

XXII.  With  God  is  terrible  Majefiy. 

I    irw^ERRiBLE  God,  who  reign'ft  on  high, 
j^      How  awful  is  thy  thurtd'rin^  hand  i 
Thy  fiery  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth,  or  hell  withfrand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel- artels  knew, 
And  fatan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  flruck  the  traitor  throng*!, 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt— and  feels  it  iiill-- • 
And  roars  beneath  th?  ete:na]  load  : 
"With  endleis  burnii  ^ 

-Or  bear  the  f  taw  of  a  God  \ 

L  % 


j.S|  HTMNS    A21D  B.  II. 

4^  Tremble,  ye  firmer?,  and  fubmit  ; 

i  your  arms  before  his  Lhrone  : 
£znd  year  feds  low  beneath  his  k 
Or  his  firorig  hand  (hall  criifh  you  down. 

5   And  ye,  blefs'd  faints,  who  love  hirn  to09 
With  rey'rence  bow  before  his  .name  $ 
Thus  ail -his  heav'nly  fervaats  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  and  but  ime^ 

XX III.  %h&fig$t  cf  God  and  Chrlfl  in  kecvc9t 

If  "%Escen'd  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove^ 
X_>?  Stoop  down.,  and  take. us  on  thy  Wings* 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  theTe  infer 'or  things : 

i  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fky, 
.•Up,  where  eternal  ages  roll  ;' 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafina  fight, 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 

re  fits  our  Saviour,  crown 'd  with  light, 

;  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  iland, 
And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall  ; 
The  G:d  fhiries  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  fhe.ds  fweet  glories  on  them  ali  ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel* 
While,  to  their  golden  harp?,  they  ling  ; 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! ' 

6  When  flial'l  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear—"] 

it  I  ihall  mount,  to  dwell  above  ; 
And  ftand,  and  bow  before  ihem  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  fihg^and  love  ? 

Aim. 


B.II.    SPIRITUAL  .BONGS.    125 

XXIV.     The  Evil  of  Sin  mftik  in   the  fall 
of  Angels  and  Menn 

I  \ 17 HEN"  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  ikies, 

*  *     i\nd  formed  ail  nature  with  a  word  j 
The  joyful  cherubs  um'd  his  craife, 
*  And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 

2  High,  in  the  rnidfi  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a, tall  arch-angel  fat  ; 
*  Among  the  morning  flafs  he  fung, 
'Till  fin  deflroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate. 

f  3  'Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 
^  Grov'ling  V«  fire,  the  rebel  lies  ; 
f  How,  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  dGvun% 
Son  cf  the  mornings  from  the  fetes* 

4  And  thus  our  two  firfi:  parents  flood, 
'Till  iln  defil'd  the  hapgy  placed 
They  loft  their  garden,  and  their : God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unoorn  race. 

5  So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow 'f, 
And  fpread  deitruction  all  abroad  5 

Sirij  the  curs'd  name,  which  in  one  hour, 
Spoif'd  fix  days  labor  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  a*nd  mourn  for  grief, 
That  fueh  a  foe  ihoukl  feize  thy  breaft  ; 
-Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

Oh  !  vp.zy  he  Hay  this  treach'rous  gueir. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  vichor'cus  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne  cur  ihouts  (hall  rife  ; 
Thine  everiafting  arm  we'll  fm^;, 

For  iln,  tkk  manlier,  bleeds  and  dies. 
L  3 

*  Job  xxxviii,  7,      f  Ifau  xiy.  12. 


i*G  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

XXV.  Complainings  of  Spiritual  Sloth. 

JT  Y  drowfy  down's,  why  fleep  ye  (o  f 
Vj[     Awake,  my  fluggrfh  foul  i 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work    to  do 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  T';e  ^e  ant53  &*  one  poor  grainy 
■     tabor,  and  tug,  and  flrive  ; 
Yt^we,  .who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 

How  negligent  weTive  ! 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  flands, 
A::d  flars  their  courfes  move  ; 

We,  for  whole  guard,  the  angel- b^nds 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down. 
And  labor'd  for  our  good  ; 

How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  bleed  1 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  live  fo  fluggifh  frill, 
And  never  acl  our  parts  ? 

Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts  ! 

6  Then  fhall  our  active  fpirits  move, 
Uoward  our  fouls  fhall  rife  : 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

XXVI.   Gcd  invifible* — — 

lT    OR.D,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blind, 

|L/  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  j 
C)  i  'tis  beyond  a  creature- mindJ 
To  glance  a  thought  half-way  to  God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky, 
great  £t£rnal  reigns  alone  ; 


B.lh  SPIRIVUJE'SONGS.    i%7 

Where  neither  wings,  nor  fouls  can  fly, 
Nor  angels  climb  the  topi  els  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  <y\ovy  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infufferably  bright ; 

And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
J&ubitantia!  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,  and  chear  us  from  above  j 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love, 

XXVII.     PrM.ye  Mm,  all  bis  Angels  — 
Fiaim  cxiviii.  2. 

OD  !  the  eternal  awful  name, 
That  the  whole  heav'nly  army  tears, 
Which  fhakesjihe  wide  creation's  frame. 
And  iatan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  hta  his  fervan-ts  are, 
And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  | 
But,  (3  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 
The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

I  3  *Tis  not  for  faeh  poor  worms  as  we, 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing  ; 
But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  fliews  his  felling  face, 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  ; 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
And  fon^s  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak — (for  yo.u  feel  his  burning  love) 
What  zeal  it  spreads  thro1  all  your  frame  j 

That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 
For  we,  on  earth,  have  loft  the  name, 


m8  HYMNS    AND  B.  It 

[6  Sirig  of  his  powV  and  jultice  too, 
*That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
Which  vanquifh'd  fatan  and  his  crew, 
When  thunder  drove  thern  down  from  blifs.] 

7   What  mighty  dorms  of  poifon'd  darts 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  deadly  jav'lins  naii'd  their  hearts 
Fa'r  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  ! 

[8   Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft  ; 
You  who  beheld  the  finking  foe  ; 
Firmly  ye  ftcod  when  they  were  loft  ; 
:  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  fo. 

g  Proclaim  his  wanders  from  the  ikies, 
Let  ev'ry  diflant  nation  hear  ; 
And,  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife, 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear, 

XXVIIL  Death  and  Eternity. 

iOToop  down,  my  tho'ts,  which  ufo  to  rife, 
O     Converfe  a  while  with  death  ; 
Think  jiow  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
And  panls  away  his  breath. 

%  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  down, 

tijs  puhes  faint  and  few  ; 
Then,  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan. 

He  bids  the  world  adieu, 

3  But  Oh,  the  foul,  which  never  dies  ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 

Ye.  thoughts,,  purftie  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way  ! 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 
It  mounts  triumphing  there; 

Or  deviis  plunge  it< down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair  ! 


B.  II.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    129 

K   Agtd  rriyft  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

•  And  mun:  this  foul  remove  ? 
.Oh,  for  f  ird'^n  a*; gel  nigh, 


Jef\>s5  to  thr  dear  faithful  hand, 
*-      Mv  n  2  keel  foul   t  tr'ufl  • 
And  myfieili  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  mto  my  diift. 

■KKIX^—R^nption  by  Price  and  Fo<mr. — 

1  T  E'S  U  8,    wirh  all  thy  faints  above* 
Jp      My  tongue  would  bear  her  pari  5 

.Would  found  aload  thy  -favhig  love, 
And  ling  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blefi'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 

And  qusnch'd  his  Father's  flaming  fvvord 
In  his  own  vital  blood. 

3  The  Lamb  tkat  freed  rny  captive  foal 
From  f|tarfs  heavy  chain?/ 

And.fent:  die  lion  down  to  howl 
r      Where  hell  and  horror  reigns, 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Xamb, 

And  never  ceafing  praiie, 
/While  angels  live  to  know  his  name,, 
Or  faints  tq^  feel  his  grace. 

XXX.     Heavenly  Joy  en  Earth* 

It  pOME,.we  who  love  the  Lord^ 

\^j     And  let  our  joys  be  known  $ 
Join  in  a  -ibng  with  iwcet  accord, 
t         And  thus  furround  the  throne, 

2  Let  fcrrows  of  the  mind 
Be  baniuVd  from  the  place 


i3q  HYMNS    AND         B.  Hi 

Religion  never  was  dengnM 

To  make  our  plea  fares  lefs.J 
3  Let  thofe  refufe  tc  fing 
Who  never  knew  our  God; 

But  fav'rites   of  the  heav'niy  King 
Should  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

[4.  The  God  who  rules  on  high, 
And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
Who  rides  upon  the  ftormy  Iky, 
And  manages  the  Teas.] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 

He  fhill  fend  j£own  his  heav'niy  pow'rs      < 
To  carry  us  above, 

6  There  we  ihall  fee  his  face, 
And  never,  never  fin  ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endlefs  pleasures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  itate, 

T«:c  thoughts  of  fucli  amazing  blifs 
Should  ♦conilant  joys  create. 

[8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
G.'ory  begun  below 
Hal  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope,  :;,ay'grow.' 

9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'niy  fields-* 
Or  walk  the  golden  ftreeti. 

10  Then  let  our  Tongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dr\  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Imrnan'els  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.], 


2.  U.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    131 

XXXI-,— Chrift's  Pre  fence  makes  Death  eajy. 

WHY  fhould  we  ftart,,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  ars  t 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy. 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

1  The  pains,  the'groans,  and  dying  ftrife, 
Fright  our  approaching  -fouls  away  5 
'Stiii  we  ihrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prifon,  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh!  if  myXord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  fhould  ftretch  her  wings  in  fca&e, 
Fly,  fearlefs,  thro'. death's  iron  gate3 
"Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhe  pafs'cL 

4.  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
"While  on  his  breaft  I  lean  my- head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there, 

XXXII,     Frailty  and' Folly. 

1  TJQW  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life  ! 
171   How  vail  our  fouls'  affairs  1 

Yet  Yenfelefs  mortals  vainly  ftfive 
To  lavifb  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlefly  alorig, 
Without  a  moments  ftay  j 

J Cill  like  a  ftory,  or  a  fong, 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 

3  God,  from  on  high,  invites  us  horse, 
But  we  march  heedlefs  on  ; 

And,  ever  harVhina;  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  ;^n. 

4  How  we  deferve  the  .deepcft  hell, 
Who  flight  the  joys  above  i 


iZ±         HTMNS    AND         B.  II, 

What  chains  of  vengeance  fhould  we  fee), 
>  break  fuch  cords  cf  love. 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fcv*reign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  hi 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 

And  fee.  faivation  nigh. 

XXXIII.     The  blejcd  fccleiy  in  Heaven. 

J"D  ^*^E  tnee»  my  foul,  .fly  up,  and  run'   . 
Jt\-   Thrt/  ey'ry  heav'riiy  ftret  t, 

And  lay —  there's  nought  below  the- fun, 

That's  worthy  of  thy  feet*     - 

[2  Thus  will  we  mount  on  facredvwing; 

And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mlghi'eir  things,. 
Shall  tempt  out  meaneft- love] 

3  There,  en  a  high  noajeftfe  throne, 
Th*  almighty  Father  reigns, 

And  fheds  his  glor'ous  goodnefs  down 
On  ail  the  bJifsfu!  plains. 

4  Blight,  like  a  fun,  the  Saviour  fits3. 
And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 

No  evinings  there,  nor  gloomy  nig:. 
To  want  the  feeble  rho     . 

5.  Amidft  thofe  ever-Oiimng  fetes 

Behold  thefecred  Dove  J 
While  banifh'd  fin,  aud  sorrow  £ies 
m  all  the  realms  of  Jove. 

::??!gr'oj^  :unn::;?  of  the  place 
•     Sf/md  binding:  rou^d  the  throne? 
■   '  ^g  and  praiie 

The  infinite  1  ki^e-Oke, 


B.  n.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,   133 

[-7  But,  O,  wbafr beams  of  keav'nly  grace 

Tranfport  them  all  the  while  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jefus'  face, 

And  love  in  ev'ry  fmile  !] 

8  Jefus,  and  when  fhall  that  dear. day, 

That  joyful  hour  appear, 
When  1  fhall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay, 

To  dwell  among  them  there  ;5 

XXXIV.— Breathing  after  the.  Holy  Spirit '.— 

1  f^  QM  E5   Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
\^     With  all  thy  quickening  pow'rs, 

Kindle  a  flame  of  facreu  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours, 

%  -Look  how  we  grovel  here  ,beIow, 

Fond  of  chefe  trilling  toys  ! 
Our  fouls  can  neither  Hy3  nor  go. 

To  reach  eternal  joys, 

2  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fbngs?^ 
In  vainr  we  itrive  to  rife  j 

Hofanna's  languiih  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  "devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  fhall  We  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 

0ur  love  fo  faint,  \o  cold  to  thee, 
•  And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dcv^ 
With  all  thy  quick'nin;?  powers  ; 

Come?.  fhed  abroad  a  'Saviour's  love, 
And  that  {hail  kindh  ours*      ^ 

XXXV.  Praife  to  God  for  creation  &rttkm£thnt 
S|"     ET  them  NeglecT:  thy  g]  d5 

J^j     Who  .liver  knrv*      .y  grs    : 


1 


n 


HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 


lint  cur  loud  fong  fhall  ftill  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

1  We  raife  our  fhoqts,  O  God,  tgfthee, 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  j£ 

All  glory  to  th'  united  Three,  . 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  EleJ  (and  we'll  adore  shis  name) 
Who  fornVd  us  by  a  word  ; 

*Tis  He  reftor'd  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Kofanna  \  let  the  earth  and  fkles 
Repeat  the  joyful  u>v.vA  ; 

Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round, 

XXXVI.  Chrifl's  Inierceffwn. 

1  'lirE  L  L;  the  Redeemer's  gone 

VV     T*  appear  before  a  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  : 
If  jufrice  calls  for  fmners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  {hews  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

,  And  looks,  and  failles,  and  loves, 

4  Now  mav  our  joyful  tongues  • 
Our  Maker's  h~>nor  flag  : 

,  the  ?x\t%  rece'yes  m  -  fbngs, 
And  fc&rs  them  to  the  Kin^. 


». It   SPIRITUAL   SONGS,    rjj 

[5   We  haw  before  his  face, 
Asd  found  his  glories  high  ;     ■ 
fi  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace 
*c  Who  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

"  6  On  Earth  thy  mercy  rcign$9 
"  And  triumphs  all  above; 
Jf  But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  itrains 
ci  To  fpeak  immortal  lows  \ 

fi  £7.  How  jarring,  and  how  low 
64  Are  all  the  notes  we  ling  j 
*6  Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
Si  And  they  {hail  pleafe  the  King."] 

— XXXVII.— The  fame.— 

i-T    IFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'niy  feats^ 

1L/-  Where  your  Redeemer  flays  : 
Kind  IntercefTor,  there  he  fits. 

And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays,   n 

%  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee? 

'And  fhed  his  vital  blood  | 
Appeas'd  ftern  juftice  on  the  tree, 

And  then  arofe  to  God. 
3  Petitions  now.  and  praife  may  rife, 

And  faints  their  ofPrings  bring'; 
The  Priefi  with  his  ov/n°facrince* 

Prelents  them  to  the  King. 

[4  Let  others  trull  what  names  they  pleafe^ 

Their  faints  md  angels  boaft  ; 
We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 

Nor  pray  to  th'  hc^v'nly  hoiV' 
5  Jefus,  alone,  ftail  bear  my  cries  - 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne  5 
He  (dearefr  Lord)  perfumes  my  fehs 

And  fweetens  $i*ry  groani 
M  % 


i?6  HYMNS    AND  B.  II, 

6  Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 

Hofanna  in  the  high'ft  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 

To  God,  and  to  his  Chriffc.J 

XXX VIII,  Lbve  to  God. 

EjTj|"APPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

JL  1     Where  love  infpires  the  bread  ; 
Love  is  the  brighter!:  of  the  train, 
And  firengttiens  all  the  reft, 

1  Knowledge,  alas  1  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  fiubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 

If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  which  makes  our  ekesrful  feet 
).p.  fwift  cbed'ence  move  ; 

The  devils  know— and  tremble  too  ; 
But  fatan  cannot  bve. 

4  This  is  the  grace  which  lives  and  lings, 
When  faijtb  and  hope  fhall  ceafe  ; 

'Tis  this  fnall  firike  our  joyful  -firings. 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

jpr©  we  quite  for  fake  our  clay, 
Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
let  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
■To  f^e  our  fmiling  God. 

tKXiX,   The  Shrinejs  and  Mlfery  sf  Life* 

3 ' £f~\  ^^  d.ivs,  alas  !   cur  mortal  days, 
\^r      ^re  ft101*  and  wretched  too  ! 
ij  and  few,  the  Patr'arch  fays, 
And  well  the  Patr'arch  knew. 

%  *TiS  but,  at  beit,  a  narrow  bound, 
Which  heav'naf 


B.  II.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    137 

And  pains,  and  fins  run  thro'  the  round 
Of  tkreefcore  years  and  ten, 

s  Well— if  ye  nmfkhe  M  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  hafte  ; 
Moments  of  iin9  and  months  of  woe, 

Ye  cannot  fty  too  fair,  | 

4  Let  heav'nl'y  love  prepare  my  foul, 

And  call  her  to  the  fkies, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 

And  glory  never  dies» 

XL  Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  made  with  Chrijl 

i/>UJ.  God,  how  firm  his  promife  (lands, 

%^J     Ev!n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 
He  trufls  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory,  and  his  grace. 

2  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints, 
Since  Chrifr  and  we  are  one  ? 

Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints,  * 
Is  faithful  to  his  5ons 

3  Beneath  his  ftrn]e|  my  heart  has  liv'dj 
Ana  part  of  heav'n  poneiVd  ; 

I  praile  his  nzmz  for  i.rzce  receiv'd, 
And  truft  him  lor  the  reft.' 

XLL — 4  fight  of 'Cod  mortifies  ut  to  the  world, 
[1   TIP  to  the  fields  ^hzre  angels  lis, 

\J-    And  living  waters  gendy  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  c^r^  and  fly,  ' 
But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  icul. 

*•  T:  ,  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dying  Chuff, 
Can  make  this  world  or  guilt  remove  \ 
And  thou  can'fr  bear  rne  where  thou  iiy5it, 
On  thy  kind  wings,  cseleft'aj  Dove  i 
M  o 

u.rj.     4 


j $  H  TMN S    A  N  D  !        &  II, 

3  O  might.  I  once  mount  up,  nnd  fee.- 
Tke  glories  of.th*  eternal  fides  > 
What  little  things  t>        worlds  would-be  ? 
How  defpicablc  to.  my  eyes  ?] 

4.  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifh  fcon  ; 
Vanish,  as  tho'  I  few  them  not, 
/\s  a  dim  candle  dire  ?t  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 

uld  perceive  the  noife  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf 
Wi'ile  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

6  Great  All-  in  All,  eternal  King, 
*Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face  ; 
Anc^  all  my  pow'rs  (hall  bow,  and  fing 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 

XLII.     Delight  in  God. 
Y  God,  whatendlefs  pleafures  dwell 
Above,  at  thy  right  hand  1 
Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  ftand  ! 

2  tThe  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies,] 

:  i  chirps  a  chearful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  up  toward  thy  ikies, 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat  : 

,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
ut  with  joyful  tongues  ; 
Or,  fitting  round  wir  Father's  board, 
-  crown  the  feaft  with  longs. 

:  jefus  mines  with  quick'nii  c.  grace, 
.  and  mount  on  high  ; 
iiii.  iwn  becloud  his  face, 

We  faint,  and  tire5  and  die. 


B.IL   SPIRITUAL   SONGS.   j& 

5  Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 
Bemoan  her  widow'd  iiate, 

Wandering,  fhe  files  thro'  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

6  Juft  fo;  our  thoughts,  from  thing  to  thing 
In  reftlefs  circles  rove  ; 

Jaft  (o,  we  droop^,  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  Jefus  hides  his  love.] 

XLI1I.  Chrift's  Sufferings  and  Ckry* 

I   T^T  O  W  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
1%$    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  1 
ke,  my*  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  loud  the  wonders  he  hath  done, 

2,  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light.* 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore* above  j 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everl ailing  love  ! 

3  Down  to  this  ha-fe,  this  iinhil  earth, 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  % 
He  came  ts  ajtane  Almighty  wrath—* 
jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 

•f  4  Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'M  around  ; 
His  precious  blood  the  mo  niters  fpilt  ; 
While  weighty  forrows  nrefs'd  him  down, 

Large  as  ir\Q  leads  of  all  our  guilt,] 

5  D~^3  in  the  fhaces'of  gloomy  death, 
TV  Almighty  captive-  Prisoner  lay  ; 
Th'  Almighty  Captiye  left  the  earth, 
And  role  to  everlaftijig  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  f<  rts  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  o':  (hi  :  \:.ce  ; 

ind  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face  ! 


140  HYMNS -AND  B.  IT: 

7   Among  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 
His  (acred  name  fills  ail  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  thro'  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 

XLIV.  Hell ;    or,   the  Vengeance  cf  God.~ 

1  %~K7^  ^  **  ko!y  ^ear?  am*  humble  fong, 

W    The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore  j 
Rev'rencs  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
Which  fpcaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  Ffer,  in  the  deep,  where  darknefs  dwells, 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 

Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell, 
And  |aid  her  {lores  of  vengeance  there, 
f »  Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks,  and  fiery  coals, 
And  darts  t*  inflict  immortal  pains, 
By'd  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls, 

4  There  fatan   the  firft  ilnner,  lies, 
And  roa^y,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 
In  vain  tne  rebel  fltives  to  rife, 

Crufh'd  with  the  weight  cf  both  thy  hands.] 

5  There  guilty  ghofts,  of  Adam's  race, 
Srhriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  red  ; 
Once  they  couid  (corn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
And  fo  incens'd  a  cretdiui  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son- 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  j 

Elfe  your  damnation  haftens  op, 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

XLV. —  G&d's  Condkfcenfion  to  cur  IVorfl)ip.— 
iHP»  H  Y  favors.  Lord,  furprize  our  fouls j 

JL    Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with,  us  ? 


B.  II.   SPIRITUAL   SONGS,  hi 

What  canfl  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  char 'ot  downward -thus  I 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  itarry  throne,  - 
And  pleaie  his  ears  with  .Gabriel's  longs  \ 
But  th9  heavenly  majefiy  comes  down,  - 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our tongues  ! 

3  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  butxlay, 
But  thy.  companion's  all  divine, 

XL VI.  God's  Cpndsfcenfton rto  Human  Jtf air*.. 

IT  T  P  to  thQ  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 

%^J    And  views  the  nations  trom-afarf' 
Let  everiafting  praifes  fly, 
And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

[2  He  who  can  fhake  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod  s 
His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great  ! 
And  what  a  condescending  God  ! 

,f|  God,  who  muf- -'ftoop  to  view  thefkks, 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do9 
Down  to  our  earth  he  calls  his  eyes, 
And  bends"  his;  footfleps  downward  too.]' 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our, mean  affairs  : 

On 'humble  fouls  the  ^Cing  of  Kings 
Bellows  his  councils,  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  forrows,  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  ; 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And-  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  ?ain  might  lofty  princes  try 
S-uch  condefcen£on  to  perform. ,5 


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HYMNS    JND  B.  II. 


For  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high 
Above  their  meanefl  fellow- worm. 

j  Oh  I  could  our  thankful  heart  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 
To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  fhould  rife, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praiie. 

XLVII.  Glory  and  grace  in  the  perfoncfGhriJl* 

I *JkT  O  W  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 

J3I    Awake,  my  foul ;  awake,  my  tongue  5 
Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name  ! 
And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 

2  See,  where  it  fhines  in  Jefus'  face, 
The  brighteit  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  might'eft  works  out-done; 

3  The  fpacious  earth,  and  fpreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God  j 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 

Sparkie  in  ev'ry  rolling  flar. 

4.  But,  in  his  looks,  a  glory  flands, 
The  nobleft  labor  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleafing  luftre  of  his  eyes 
Out-ffrines  the  wonders  of  the  fkies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  -a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  5 
My  thoughts  rejoice  af  Jefus'  name  5 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face> — 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  ling  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  I— * 


II.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS,    143 

CLVIII.  Love  to  the  Creatures  is  dangerous.—- 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below ! 
How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Cach  pieafure  hath  its  poifon  too, 
And  ev'ry  fweet — a  fnare. 

The  brighteft.  things  below  the  fky 
Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light  ; 
»Ye  fhould  fufpect  fome  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  pofTefs  delight. 

Our  deareft  joys,  and  nearefl  friends, 
The  partners  of  our  biood, 
3dw  they  diyide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  Gcd  ! 

The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  flrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 
fhither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

J  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 
[    My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
1    From  all  created  good. 

SLIX.  Mofes  dying  in  the  Embraces  of  God* 

1  1HVEATH  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 
JL/     Tf  God  be  with  us  there  5 

We  may  walk  through  the  darkeil  ihade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

I  I  could  renounce  my  All  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
knd  run,  if  I  'were  call'd  to  go. 

And  die,  as  Mofes  did. 

I  Might  I  but  climb  to  Plfgah's  top, 
And  view  the  proaiis'd  land* 


144-         HYMNS    AND         B.  II. 

My  flefti  itfelf  fkould  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath  ; 
Ab(3  lofe  my  life. among  the  charms 

Of  fo  divine  a  death. 

— L. — Comforts,  wider  Sbrrozyj,-  and  Pmns  — ■ 

jVf  O  W  let  the  Lord,  my  Saviour,  fmile., 
X^    And  fiiew  my  .name  upon  his  hearts 
I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile^ 
And  in  the  pleafure,  loofe  the  fmart. 

1  But  Oh  !  it  fwells  my  forrows  high, 
To  fee  my  blefi'ed  Jefus  frown  ; 
My  fpirits  fink,  my  comforts  die,- 
And  ail  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet,  why  ?  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  I 
Still,  w^ile  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  ; 
Still,  on  his  heart,  he  bcftrs  his  faints, 
And  feels  his  forrows,  and  his  love. 

4.  My  name  is  printed  on  his  bread; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  : 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd, 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  laft  fire  btrrns  all  things  here, 
Thofe-letters  (ball  fee u rely  fttnd  ; 

And,  in  the  LarmSfs  fair  book  appear, 

Writ  by  th'  eternal  Fathers  hand. 

6  Now  let  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
.  WhiU't  here   I   wait  my  FatbeVs  Vilt-j 

My  tiling  and  my  fetting 

Roll  g-'iily  up  and  ill. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL    SONG&'nf 

— - LI. — God  the  Sonequal  with  the 'Father '.— . 
iTVRigkt  King  of.Glory,  dreadful  God  \ 
\     J3  Ou^  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  : 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  {QQt. 

[2  Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdom-fway* 
All  nature,- with  a  fov'reign  word  % 
.  Atuj^e  bright  world  of  ftars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuper'or  Lord.}' 

[3  Merqy  and  truth  unite  in  one? 
And,  fmiiing,  fit  atjhy  right  hand  : 
Eternal  juSice  guards  thy  throne, 
And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

,4A  thoufand  feraphs,  ftrong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  glor'cus  Deity  ; 
But5  who,  among  the  fons  of  light, 
Pretends  companion  with  thee  ?. 

5  Yet  there  is  one,  ef  human  frame, 
Jefas,  array'd  in  fkfh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  wiihrGod. 

6  Their-1;;ry  fhines.  with  equal  beams  5 

-  I  heir  ciience  is  forever  one  j 

•^0L  Frent  names, 

-  ih;  -   i  God  the  Son. 

1  ."?,,'■■  it,  our  King. 


:dj 




i46  HYMNS    AND         B.  1U 

When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away 
To  feek  her  laft  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  me  lifts  her  eyes  ; 
For  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 

Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  fkies, 
*  To  darknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell-- 
Let  ftubborn  finners  fear  ; 

You  mud  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  for  ever  there  ! 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 
And  flafhes  in  your  face  ; 

And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downwards  too, 
And  fing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love, 
Who  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 

And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above, 
Where  happy. fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right-hand, 
Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 

Come,  death,  and  fome  celeftial  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

LIII.  Saints9  Pilgrimage ;  or,  Earth  £ff  Heavenl 

J  "J      ORD!  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
I   y     Which  yields  us  no  fuppiy  ; 

Ko  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
No  ftxeams  of  living  joy  ' 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poifons  grow  ; 
And,  all  the  rivers  which  are  found, 

With  dang'rous  waters  How. 


B.  II.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    14^ 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  5 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

[2  Our  -wafting  lives  grow  fhorter  dill. 

As  months  and  days  increafe  j 
And  ev'ry  beating  puife  we  tell, 

Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 
The  breath  which  firft  it  gave  j 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We'/?  trav'iing  to  the  grave.  ] 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground'} 
To  pufh  us  to  the  tomb  ; 

And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  (lender  thread 
Hang  everlafting  things  ! 

•  Th*  eternal  ftates  of. all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings, 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  woe, 
Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ;  < 

And  yet  how  unccncern'd  we  gp 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  !    j 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfs 
To  run  this  dang'rous  road-; 

And,  if  our  fouls  are  hurrjj 
May  they  be  found  witffl 


'., --LVI.         Vain  Frty 

I   ~fkT  O  !  I  (hall  envy  them  fpftore 

'  jj%|       Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Tho*  they  increafe  their  golden  {tore, 
And  rife  to  wond'rous  height* 

iv'S 


150     :    HYMNS    ANV         B.  It, 

2  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  Which  grow 
Upon  this  earthly  clod  i 

Well — they  may  fearch  the  creature  thro', 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  orTthe  thoughts  of  dying  too, 
And  think  ypur  life  your  own  ; 

But  death  comes  haft'ning  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes — you  muft  bow  your  (lately' head  j 
Away  your  fpirit  flies  5 

And  no  kind  angel  ner-r  your  bed, 

To  bear  it  to  the  Ikies. 
t 

5  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  your  floras— - 
And  tell  how  bright  they  mine  ; 

Your  heaps  of  glittering  duft  are  your's, 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine  ! 

LVII.  Tm  Pleafure  of  a  good  Gonfcience* 

!*¥     ORD,  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they 

JL/    Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin  I 

Should  ftorms  of  wrath  (hake  earth  and  fea, 

Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  fweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
cence  and  love  ; 
ami  filcnt  as  the  "(hades, 
i.Iy  minutes  gently  move. 

thefts  their  joys  come  oh, 
f)'((o  f*ft  away; 

i^Jfc.-  eve  .on, 

'tner-ev'niugs  be. 

to  th'  heav'nly  hills, 
afure  prow  ! 

:  upOj^b-..  L.   .  j 


me**** 
3.  II.   SPIRITUAL   SONGS,   iSi 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  tpys  ; 
But  fpend  the  day,  and  fnare  the  night 

[  In  numbering  o*er  the  richer  joys 
Which  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight.1 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  andmoles^ 
Lie  grov'iing  in  the  dull:  below  ;  . 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls, 

And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

LVUL  Shortnefs  of  Life,  and  goodnefs  of  Cad* 

I  ?~jT\  I  M  E  j  What  an  empty  vapor  'tis  ! 

J_       And  days,  how  fwift  they  are  I 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 

Or  like  a  fhooting  ftarj 

£2  The  prefent  moments  juft,  appear, 

Then  Aide  away  in  hafte  ; 
That  we  can  never  fay — they're  ben  j 

But  only  fay — they're  pajh— 

[|  Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  5 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin. 

We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days    . 
^Thy  1  ailing  favors  fhare  -;  - 

Yet,  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  load 'ft  the  rolling  year, 

5  '  Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us.  food, 
And  we  are  cloath'd  with  love 

While  grace^ftands  pointing  ouffee  road, 
Which  leads  our  fouls  above. 

$'Hii  *s  runs  an       1  fs  round— 

Sfy  to  the;  Lord 

■  '  '    -  ■  ]*-. 


15*  HTMNS   AND         B.  U; 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lafting  fong  ; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  ages  down  thy  praife  prolong, 

'Till  time  and  nature  dies. 


•LIX. Paradife   on   Earth,* 


J|Of  LORY  to  God,  who  walks  the  fky, 
\JJf      And  fends  his  blefHngs  through— 
Who  tells  his  faintfs  of  joys  on  high-—  ' 
And  gives  a  tafre  below. 

[2  Glory  to  God,  who  ftoops  his  throne; 

That  dufl  and  worms  may  fee't, 
And  brings  a  glympfe  of  glory  down 

Around  his  facred  feet^ 

3  When  Chrift,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd,'  * 
Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 

'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 
In  this  wild  defart  fprings  ; 

And  ev'ry  fenfe  1  ftrait  employ 
On  fweet  cceleftial  things. 

5  Whits  lillies  all  around  appear, 
And  each  his  glory  fhows  ! 

The  Rofe  of  Sharon  bloflbms  here, 
The  faireft  fiow'r  which  blows. 

6  Chearful  I  feaft  on  heav'nly  fruit, 
And  drink  the  pleafures  down  ; 

Pkafures  which  .flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal  throne  !] 

7  But,  ah  !  how  foori  my  joys  decay- 
How  foon  my  fins   arife — 

And  fnatch  th*  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  tbefe  lamenting  eyes  1 


7  R  ITU  A  L  S  ONCS.    i  js 

God  the  Thunderer  : Or,  The  lafi 

J&dgment,  and  HelL  * 

SI  N  G  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  h'ofls* 
And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell,  thro*  all  their  coafts^. 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

I  His  founding  char'ot  fhakes  the  fky3' 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 
There  all  his  ftores  of  lightning  lie9 

'Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 
3  His  noftrils  breathe  out  fiery  ftreams—*> 

And  from  his  awful  tongue 
A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  rlamess 

And  thunder  roars  along  ! 

Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day 
When  this  incenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  fky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  1 

What  fhall  the  wretch,  the  finner  do  ? 
He  once  defyM  the  Lord  : 
3ut  he  fhall  dread  the  Thund'rer  nowa  , 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  fhall  roll 

To  blaft  the  rebel  worm  ; 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 

In  one  eternal  ltorrn. 

LX1II.     A  Funeral  Thought. 
jTTArk  !  from  the  tombs,a  doleful  founds 

J_  A     My  ears  attend  the  cry — 
c*  Ye  living  men,  come,  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  mull  fnortly  li». 

*  Made  in  a  g»ea$  fudden  Stona  of  Thunder,  -Auguft 
soth,  1697. 


10  tiTMN  o  ■  AND  B.  II, 

a  c<  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 

In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
f*  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  reverend  head 

"  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours. 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ! 

Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace. 
To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 

Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefh, 
We'll  rile  above  the  iky. 

LXIV.    God  the  Glory  and  Defence  of  Zion, 

iTTAPPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place, , 

The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  gra*ce  j 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  ; 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God.% 

2  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
sA  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  ; 

Nor  fhall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels,  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage  ; 
Agatnft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rv%e  % 
Like  rifin?  waves,  with  an-^ry  roar, 
Which  ;dafh,  and  die  upon  the  fhore. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in   Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  or  hell  ;' 
His  arms  embrace  this  nappy  ground. 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God   is  -</ur  fhield,  and  God  ov. 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run> 
On    us  he  filed s    new  h^arns  of  £,r 
And  .ws  reflect  his  brighter!:  praife. 


B.  II.    SPIRITUAL   SONGS,    ij; 

LXV.  The  Hops  of  Heaven  our  Support  under 
Trials  on  Earth, 

I   IIT"  HENI  can  read  my  title  clear 

y  |f        To  mairfions  in  the  Ikies,     _ 
I.  bid  farewell  to  evVy  fear,! 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

a  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage,, 

And  hellifh  darts  be  hurl'd,.' 
Then  I  can  (mile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come. 
And  frorms  of  forrow  fall  | 

Mfey  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home,  ; 

My  God,  my  heay'n,  my  all. 

4  There  {hall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul] 
In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft  * 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
.    Acrofs  my  peaceful  breafl:, 

LXVI.   A  profpeel  of  heaven  makes  Death  eafy. 

1  Hp  HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

JL        Where  faints  immortal  reign  j 
Infinite  cay  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  baniib  pain. 

2  There  eve  drifting  fpring  abides. 
And  never- with  Ving  flow'r?  : 

Death,  like  a  narrow  fed,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land' from  ours. 

[|  Sweet  neid?t  beyond  .the  f welling -flood^ 

Stand  dre^.in  iivino:  green  r 
Sov -ro  the  fews»  old  Canaan  £cod,.; 

Whlk  jorcari  roll'd  between."  • 
O 


I53         HTMNS rJND-        B. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  and  fnrink, 

To  crcfs  this  narrow  tea, 
And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink, 

Thro*  fear  to  launch  away, 
r  Oh  »  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Theft  gloomy  doubts  that  rife— 
.  And  fee  the  Canaan,  which  we  love, 

With  unbeclouded  eyes. 
6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  Hood, 

And  view  the  lanafcip  o'er ; 
Not  Jordan's  Breams,  nor  oeath  s  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  (here. 

LXVI1.     God's   Eternal  Dominion* 
I   f">i  RE  AT  Gcd  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

\y     What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  I- 
Let  the  whole  race  cf  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  -their  praife  to  I  bee* 
%  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 

•  E'er  Teas  or  frars  were  made  5 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  ail  the  nations  deaJ. 
%  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lis 

To  thine  imraenfe  turvey, 
From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 
'  To  the  great  burning- day. 
4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
Stands  prefer? t  in  thy  view  ; 
To  Thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears— 
Great  God  !  there's  nothin 


5 


Thine  undiL 


III.   SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    i$9 

5  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 

What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the-whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praife  to  Thee. 

LXVIII.—  The  bumhk  Worjhip  of 'Heaven-* 

I   IIATKER.I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
Jp       The  place  of  thins  abode  \ 

I'd  ieave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  I 

%  Here  I  behold  thy  difiant  fece,- 

And  'tis  a  pleating  Uzht  ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 

Is  infinite  delight  ! 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 
To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 

.--.  frcih  for  ever  thence, 
tlnfpeakable,  unknown 

[4  There  all  the  "he?.v'n!y  -hofb  are  feen. 

In  (t:  ;hey  move  ; 

And  drink  immortal  vigor  in  - 

With  wonder,  and  with  love, 

5  Then,  at  thy  feet.  with,  awful  feaf, 
Th'  adoring  armies  fall  ? 

With  joy  they  ihrink  to  nothing  there,1 
Before  th*  eternal  ALL* 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hofi 
In  duty,  and  in  bills  ; 

While  lefs  than  nothing  I  could  boafr, 

*   And  vanity  confefs.  '*  Ifa,  :■;],  17J 

7  The  more  thy  glories  frrike  mine  eyes, 
The  humbler  Ismail  He  } 

O  % 


E6o  HTMNJ    JND  B.  II. 

Thus,  while  I  fink,  my  joys  fhali  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

LXIX.  The  Fmthfulnefs  o/Godin  the  Prcmifes. 

1  TJEgin,  my  tongue,  fome  beav'nly  theme' 
J~5     And  fpeak  fome  bound  lefs  thing  ; 

The  mighty  works,  or  might'er  name 
Of  our  eternal  King, 

2  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 

Sing  the  fvveet  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  falvation,  from  the  Lord, 
For  wretched  dying  men  ; 

Kis  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen, 

4  Engrav'd.  as  in  eternal  brafs, 
The  mighty  promise  fhines  *, 

Nor  can  thz  pow'rs  of  darknefs  rafe 
T-hq^e  eyerie  las. 

[5   Ke,  who  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death, 
And  make  .them  when  he  pleafe  ; 

But  /peaks — and  that  Almighty  breath 
Fuinis  his  great  decrees. 

■-6  H's  very  word  g\  grace  is  ftrong 

As  th»U  which  built  the  fkies  ; 
ThQ  voice3  which  rolls  the  iiars  along, 

Speaks  all  ;he  promifes. 

Ke  faid — Let  the  vftde  beav'n  be  fpread  j   . 
And  beav'n  Was  ftretch'd  abroad  j 
Alnf»:—VllU  'by  God—  he  faidW 
And  he  was  Abra'm'o  God. 


B.  II,   SPIRITUAL  SONGS,    ffl 

8  Oh5  might  I  hear  thine  heav'nly  tongue 

But  wh'ifher-<-~thou  art  mine  ! 
Thofe  gentle  w or ds  fhouid  raife  rny  fong  - 
1  To  notes  almoit  divine. 

9-  How  would. my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 

And  think  my  h'eav'n  fecure  1 
I'd  trull  the  all-creating  voice, 

And  faith  deiires -no more.]- 

LXX.    God's  Dominion  over  the  Sea,  ?f.  Qiii. 

r/^j  O  D-  of  the  feas,  thy  thimd'ring  voice 
\JT  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  ! 
And  one  foft  word,  of  thy  command, 
Can  fink  them,  filent,  in  the  fand. 

2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 
The  fea  divides,  2nd  owns  its  God.; 

The  ftormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
Aifd  led  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  flocks,  arnidft  jhe  fea, 

To  Thee,  their  Lord,  a- tribute  pay.;    .        '    s 
The  mearteil  fiih,  which  iwims  the  flood. 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praife  to  God. 

[  4  The  larger  monfters  of  the  desp9. 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  :  -  . 
By  :hy  pefmii&OA,  fport  and  play. 
And  cleave  alon^  their  foaming  way, 

5  If  God  hh  voice  of  teniped  rears, 
ia|ha'n  lies  &*fl,  and  fears  ; 
i  he  HftG  his  nofiriis  high. 
And  fp  .lift  fend  ocean  to  the'%.] 

3  ?:;.„  gler'pas  pow'r  ador'4    ! 
wiUVy  'nations,  Lord  !    ; 
'Q    i   '  - 


1 6s  HYMNS    JND-        B.  II. 

Yet  the  bold  men  who  trace  the  fea?, 
Bold  men  refufe  their  Maker's  praife. 

f  7  What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  Thee  J 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 
They  curfe  the  hand  which  fmooths  the  tide. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  watry  graves, 
And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves  ; 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 

Nor  own  the  God  who  refcuM.them.] 

9  Oh  !  for  fome  fignal  of  thy  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  fhake  the  Land  : 
Great  Judge  defcend  •  left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  who  rules  the  fky. 

LXXI.  Praife  to  God  from  all  Creature; . 

1  HO  H  E  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
s    JL        My  joyful  voice  fhall  fmg, 

And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former,  and  their  King. 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  which  fhap'd  our  clay, 

Ana  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  f^irits  came.- 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 
And  worlhip  with  our  tongues  ; 

We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  fkies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs.. 

4  Let  grov'ling  b?afts,  of  ev'ry  fhape, 
And  fowls,  of  ev'ry  wing, 

And  rocks   and  trees,  and  fires,  and. feas 
Their  var'ous  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honor  fliine  ; 
And  wheels  of  nature:  roll  ; 


B.  II.  •SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  i6j 

Praife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe 
Aronnd  the  fteady  pole', 

6  The  bnghtaefs  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fills, 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  files 

fieyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

LXXIL  The  LordVDay  :  Or,  The  Refute, 
region  of  Chrifh 

I  "OkEST  morning,  whofe  yo\mg  dawning 
J3     Beheld  our  rifing  God  ;  (rays 

Which  faw.  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode  ! 

t  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay  ; 
JTill  the  revolving  fkies  had  brought 

The  third,  th*  appointed  day. 

3  Hell,  and  the  grave,  unite  their  force 
To  hold  our  God  in  vain ; 

The  fleeping  Conqueror  arofe, 
And  bur  ft  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy,  great  name,  almighty  Lord3 
Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay  ; 

■And  loud  riofann'a's  fhall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

[5  Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  viclor'ous  Kino;  • 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  Teas, 

With  glad  hofannas  ring.] 

i LXXIII.  Doubts  featured, . 

,X-T^NCE'  fr°m  my  ?ouh&d  the'ts,  be  gone^ 
'  jt~jL     And  *eave  &&  to  my  joys  ; 
My  tongue  Oiall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a, joyful. noife* 


i<4  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind,  v 
And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears  ; 

Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  fhinuig  rays, 
Difpell'.d  my  gloomy  fears, 

3  Oh  !  what  immortal  joys  I  (eit+ 
And  raptures,  all  divine — 

When  Jefus  told  me — /  was  bis, 
And  my  Beloved  mine  i 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frigh:s  my  foul, 
And  bre2ks  my  peace,  in  vain  ; 

One  glympfe,  dear  Saviour,  of"  thy  facej 
Revives  my  joys  again, 

— LXXIY.  A  Complaint  of  Ingratitudes-* 

I   T  S  this  the  kind  return, 

X  And  thefe  the  thartlcs  we  owe  ? 

Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  cur  bleiTings  How! 

%  To  what  a  fhibboin  frame 
Has  (in  rcduc'd  our  mind  f 
V/hat  ftranp;e,  rebel  i'ous  wretches  we,  ' 

And  God •»— as  ftrangely  kind  ! 

[3  On  us,  he  bids  the  fun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us    the  fkies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  T!i e  bribes  obey  their  God, 
And  bow  their  neck-:  to  men  : 

But  we,  more  bafe,  more  brmiih  things, 
Reject  his  eafy  reign,  j 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

"  And  mould  cur  fouis  afrcfll  ; 

s/thefc  hearts  of  flone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  f!e&. 


B.  II.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,  ids 

6  Let  old  ingratitude 
.     Provoke  out  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fail, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arife, 

LXXV.  The  beatific  Sight  of  Chrift. 

<$T^Rom  Thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fhall  rife, 

JP       And  run  eternal  rounds  5 
'Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fides, 
And  ail  created  bounds, 

-a  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 

Shall  death  itfelf  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 

And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

*3  There,  where  my  bleiTed  Jefus  reigns^ 

In  heavVs  unmeafur'd  fpace, 
I'll   fpend   a  long    eternity 
In  pleafure,  and  in  praife. 

-4  Mil.Mons-of  years  my  wond'ring  ey^s 

m  -  Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
Asd  endlc\s  ages,  1*11  adore 
The  glorks  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jefus  !  evW  fmile  of  thine 
Shall  frefii  endearments  bring;, 

Ami  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delights 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

6  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  fetch  .my  foul 
Up  to  thy  -bleft  abode  ; 

Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

LXXVL   Rsfurrettisn  &  Afcenfion  of  Chrift. 
ITT  OSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
Jt/JL     Who  cloath'd  himfelf  in  clay  j 


765  HYMNS    AND         B.  II. 

Eter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread., 
Since  our  Emmanu'l  rofe  ; 

He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
And  fpcii'd  our  hellifh  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 
And  to  his  Father  flies  ! 

With  fears  of  honor  in  his  fleflr, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
And  fcatters  bleilings  -down  ; 

Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
Of  the  cseleflial  throne. 

f  J  Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues9 

To  reach  this  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Syveet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  bright  angels,  ftrike  your  loudeft  fkujqp% 

Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  EmmanuTs  praife.J 

LXXy.II.  The  Chrlfllcn  Warfare. 

I QTAND  up,  my  (bul,  make  off  thy  fears, 
*3   And  gird  the  gofpel-armor  on  j 
March  to  the  gates  of  eadlefs  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain- Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell,  and  thy  fins  refift  thy  courfe  j 
But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquifh'd  foes  j 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 
Ajxd  lung  the  triumph  when  he  roiee 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  vSONGS.    167 

[3  What  tho*  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage3 
And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite  ? 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
"To  fiery  deeps,  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  tho*  thine  inward  lufts  rebel? 
*Tis  but  a  ftruggling  gafp  for  life  s 
The  weapons  of  vi&or'cus  grace 

»,  Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  ftnfe.j 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  5 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'fing  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 

6  There  {hall  I  wear  a  ftarry.  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the^re^ 
Join  in  my  glor'ous  Leader's  praife, 

LXXVIII.  Redemption  by  Chriffc 

illfHEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
VV       Rebell'd,,  an4  loft  their  Gcd, 

And  the  infection  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood, 

<fe  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart   . 

Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 

He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 
His  moil  divine  array  ; 

And- wrapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  infer'or  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love* 
Redeem'^  unhappy  men  ; 

And  faisM  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  an4  God  again. 


168  RTMZri    AND'        B.  II. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lor  J,  our  fie  fh  and 
We  joyfully  refign  •; 

Bleft  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honor  (hall  forever  be 
The  bus'nefs  of  our  days, 

Forever  /lull  our  thankful  tongues 

Speak  thy  deferred  praife.  . 

LXXIX.   Praife  to  the  Redeemer, 

A  XjLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair, 

We,  wretched  finners,  lay  ; 
Without  one  chearful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimrn'ring  day. 

2  With  piling  eyes,  the  Prinze  of  gra^ 
Beheld  our  heipleis  grief  ; 

He  faw — and  (OJ  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  fh  in  in  g  feats  above 
With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 

Enter'd  the  grave,  in  mortal  flefh, 
,    And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 
And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 

Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls, 
From  everlafting  pains. 

[5  In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  cu-rfed  projects  tries  ; 
We,  who  were  doqm'd  his  endiefs  flaves, 

Are  rais'd  above  the  Odes.] 

6  Oh  !  for  this  love,  let  rc€fcs  and  hills 

Their  lading  ftlenee  break, 
And  all  harmon'ous  human  toncues* 


.II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    u6g 

7  Yes— we  will  praife  Thee,  deareft  Lord, 

Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame; 
rlofanna,  round  the  fpacicus  earth, 
To  thine  adored  name  ! 

}  Angels,  affifr  our  mighty  joys, 

Stri  ,.e  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  jcu  rafe  your  .higheft  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

XXX.    God's  ovjful  Poiver  andGoodnefu*— 

1  'f^X  H  !   the  almighty  Lord  ! 
\_J  How  fcnatchlefs  is  his  pow'r  ! 

Trembie,  O  eerth,  beneath  Lis  word, 

While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
.» 

2  Let  proud  imper'ous  kings 
Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 

Grouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things. 
Or  he  fhall  tread  ye  down. 

3  Above  the  fkies  he  reigns, 
And,  with  amazing  blow^, 

■zic  d^eals  mftfrterable  pains 
On  his  rebell'ous  foes. 

4  Yet,  everlafting  God, 
We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife, 

Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  icep:re  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defeml  our  Z*on  well  ; 

And  heav*nlt  mercy  wall's- us  round- 
From  Babylon  and  helL 

6. Salvation  to  the  Kino; 
Who  fits  eriWh'd  aboy2  : 


17° 


HYMNS    AND 


B.  II 


Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might, 
And  bkfs  th^  God  of  love. 


LXXXI    Cur  Sin  the  Caufe  ofChrijVs  death 

AND  now  the  fcales  have  kfc  mine  eyes, 
Now  I  begin  to  fee  : 
Oh-   the  cars'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  ! 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  ? 

2  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 
Which  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 

Monfters,  that  ftain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ? 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  which  1  had  done, 
My  deareft  Lord  was  /lain  : 

When  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  peace  I 
I'll  wound  my  God  no  more  : 

:e,  from  my  heart,  ye  fins,  be  gone, 
k    For  Jems  I  adore. 

5  Furhtfh  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms 
From  grace's  magazine  ; 

And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 
Witkev'ry  darling  fin. 

LXXXIL— Redemption    and  Protection  from 

Spiritual  Emmies, 

j    A  SJ?E*  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 

4."X      An ■]  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Aw  '•  and  loud  proclaim 

roact 

SI  g  of  fm, 


PIR1TUJL    SONGS,    i)l 

And  fix'd  my  ftanding  more  fecure 
Than  'twas  before  1  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love 
Beneath  my  foul  he  phc'd, 

And,  on  the  rock  of  ages,  (qZ 
My  flipp'ry  footfteps  fail. 

4  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 
Is  wail'd  around  with  grace  ; 

Salvation,  for  a  bulwark,  ftands 
To  fhield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fharpeft  fpite, 
And-all  his  legions  roar  ; 

Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'V. 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake  my  voice, 
And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing  ; 

Loud  hallelujah's  mall  addrefs 
My  Saviour5  and  my  King. 

LXXXIII.  The  Bajjbn  and  Exaltation  ofChriJ!. 

1  rnHD  S  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkies— 

"  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
"  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  man, 
*<  My  fellow  [fsfeh  the Xoid.). 

2  Vengeance  (eceiv'd  the  dread  command, 
And,  armed,  down  (he  flies  j 

Jtfus  fubmks  t'  his  Father's  hand, 
And. bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

2  "ut,  oh  !  the   wifdem,  and  the  grace 
Which  join  with  vengeance  now  ! 

"He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  fifes  too. 

P  2 


j;i  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

4  A  perfon,  (o  divine,  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  {lain, 
That  he  could  give  his  foul  away, 

And  take  his  life  again. 

5Live,  glor'ous  Lord,  and  reign  on  high  ; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  fing, 
And  angels  found,  with  endlefs  joy, 

The  Saviour,  and  the  King. 

LXXXIV     Ibefami 

1  /^i  O  M  E,  all  harmon'ous  tongues* 
V^S  Your  nobleft  mulic  bring  j 

,'Tis  Chrift,  the  Everlafting  God, 
And  Chrift,  the  man,  we  fing. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh, 
To  take  away  our  guilt ; 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood j 
Which  hellifh  monfters  fpilt. 

[3  Alas  !  the  cruel  fpear 
Went  deQp  into  his  fide  ; 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore, 
Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 

[4.  The  waves  of  fwellin*  grief 
Did  o'er  his  boforo  roll  ; 
And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 

.  5  Down  to  the  (hades  of  death 
Fie  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 
Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear  ; 
The  crofs.  and  nails,  no  more  ; 
For  hell,  itfdf,  (hakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 


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7  There  the  Redeemer  fits- 
High  en  his  Fathers  throne  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by. 
And  finiles  upon  his  Son. 

8  There  his  full  glories  (hine 
With  uncreated  rays  ;  « 

And  blefs  his  faints'  and  angels'  eyes* 
To  everlaiHng  days. 

LXXXV.     Sujpcieney  of  Pardon. 

'BY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
Thofe  mournful  colours  wear  r 
Whatdoubts  are  thefe  which  wa-fle  your  faith, 

And  nourim  your  defpair  ? 
a  What  fhevigh  your  narn'rous  fins  exceed 

The  ftars  which  fill  the  ikies. 

And,  aiming  at  the  eternal  throne, 

Like  pointed  mountains  rife  I 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  b.eyon4 
The  wide  creation  fwell. 

And  has  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  depths  of  hell  ? 

4  S--e  here  an  en'dlefs  ocean  Hows  • . 
Of  R&ver- failing  grace  ! 

liehe-iu  a  dying  baviour's  veins 
The  facred  Hoed  inc^eafe  S 

t   :t  rifes  high,  and  drowns  he  h\lls3 
<■-  "5T  has  neither  ihore  no?  bound  : 
Now5  if  we  ie^rch  to  find  our  fins, 
Our  iins  can  ne'er  he  found. 
!  6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
Which  buries  all  our. faulty 
Pi 


i7i         HYMNS 

And  pard'ning,  blood,  which  fwells  above 
Our  follies,  and  our  thoughts, 

■LXXXVI.  Freedomfro?nfin  Sj"  mifery  inheavcn 

if~\  U  R  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrong  they  be  I 
\^/     And,  .like  a  vi'lent  fea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  \ 
How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  !. 

But  death  fhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
£afe  on  the  heav'nly  fhore. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  (weet  commands* 
Gar  fpeedy  feet  fhall  move  ; 

No  fin  (hall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love, 

4  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fmg,  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 

'Till  heay'nJy  raptures  fire  our  hearts., 
And  fffiile  in  ev'ry  face. 

5  For  ever,  his  dear  facred  name 
Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue  j 

And  Je/ks,  and  filvation  be 
The  clofepf  ev'ry  fong. 

LXKXVII.   Divine, Glories  above  our  Reafon* 

iTT  YOW  wond'rou*  great  !  how  glor'ous 
jf  j[      Muft  cur  Creator  be  !  (bright 

Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vaft  infinity  J 

o.  Our  foaftng  (pints  upward  rife 

Tow'rd    he  caelefria!  rhrone  : 
3F*in  would  we  fee  the  burflbd  Three, 

And  the  almighty  One. 


B.  II.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    13$ 

2  Our  reafon  flretches  all  its  wing5, 
And  climbs  above  the  ikies  ; 

But  ftill  how  &r  beneath  thy  test 
Our  grov'ling  resfon  lies  ! 

f  4  Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls^' 

And  awfully  adore  : 
For  the  weak  pin'ons  of  our  minds 

Can  ftretch  a  thought  no  more* 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  5 
In  vain  the  highefl  feraph  tries 

To  form  an  equal  fong. 

[6  In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfter'ous  King, 
While  angels  ftrain  their-nobler  pow'f^ 

And  fweep  th*  immortal  ftring.] 

JiXXXVIll.     Salvation.: 

jQ  Alvation  \  Oh.  the  joyful  fourd  I 

^y     Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  fov'ceign  balm  for  e.v'ry  wound) 
A  cord'ai  for  our  fears 

%  Bury'd  in  forrow,  and  in  fin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  Jay  5 
But  we  arife,  by  grace;  divine, 

To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  I  let  th?  eccho  fly 
The  fpacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  fky 
Confpire  to  raife  the  found,. 

LXXXIX.  Chrift's  Vittary  over  Satan; 

1  ¥^FOS  ANNAl  to  our  conclu,ri*ng  King  ! 
JLJ.     The  prince  of  darknefs  flies  * 


i?j  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

His  troops  rum  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  .lightning  from  the  fkies. 

2  There,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 

And  fright  the  refcu'd  (beep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 

And  malice  to  the  dssp. 

j  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King, 

All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 

To  crown  thy.  head  above. 

4  Thy  vicl'ries,  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 
Thio'  the  wide  world  fhall  run  j 

And  everlafting  ages  fing 
The  triumphs  thou  halt  won. 

XC.  Paith  in  Chr'tfi- for  pardon  andfanfiification. 

&   IP  IT  O  ^T  ^  our  ft'ate, -by  nature,  is  ! 

J^i     Our  fm,  how  deep  it  ftains-! 
.And  fatan  binds  our  captive  minds 

.Fail  in  his  flavifh  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 
-    Sounds  from  the  facred  word  ; 

Ho  !  ye  dejpairing  Jtnnsrsy  cuney 
And  trujl  upon  the  Lord, 

3  My  foul  obeys  th'  almighty  call,  «"     < 
And  runs  to  this  relief; 

I  woujd  believe  thy  prcmife,  .Lord  ; 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

[4  To  the  deaV  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God?  I  fly  ; 
.     -e  let  rre  wafh  my  fpotted  foiil 
vFrom  crimes  of  deepeft  die. 

I  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victor'ous  King, 
My  re  inning  Tins  fubdue^ 


II.    SPIRITUAL   SONGS.    177 

)rive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
With  all  his  hellifh  crew. 

>  A  guilty*  weak,  and  hejplefs  worm 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  : 
ie  thou  my  ftrength,  and  right' oufnefs, 

My  Jefus,  and  my  AIL 

XCL  The  Glory  of  Chrift  in  Heaven. 

1   •"X  H,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys8 
V^     The  glories  of  the  place, 

Where  Jefus  fheds  the  brighteft  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

i  Sweet  rnajefty,  and  awful  love 

Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow  ; 
And  all  the  glor'ous  ranks  above 

At  humble  diftance  bow. 

[j  Princes^  to  his  imper'al  name 
Bend  their  bright  foeptres  down  5 

Onmio'cns,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  v/ear  the  crown.] 

4.  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife 

Thro*  ev'ry  hsav'nly  ftreet  ; 
And  lay  their  higheft  honors  down 

Submifiive  at  his  het, 

5  Thofe  foft,  thofe  blefTtd  feet  of  hiss 
Which  once  rude  iron  tore, 

High  on. a  throne  of  light  they  iland 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  that  dear  majeiKc  head, 
Which  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 

See  what  immortal  glories  (bine, 
And  circle  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  the  Man,  trT exalted  Man 3 
Whom  we,  unfeen,  adore  I 


r78  HYMNS    AND         B.  FK 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  fhall  love  him  more. 

[8  Lord  !   how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 

To  fee  thy  blelt  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  the  fight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wifh  thy  fVry  char'ots,  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  fouls  away. 

XCII.  The  Church  faved,  and  her  Enemies  dif- 
app (Anted  :  Or,  Deliverance  frgm  Treajon. 

iQHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  your  joys 

*3      Thro'  all  the  nations  run  : 
Ye  Weftern  (kits  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  fifing  fun. 

2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire, 
Th^e,  our  glad  voices  fing  : 

And  join  with  the  caeleftiai  choir, 
To  praife  tV  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 
And,  on  the  ftarry  fkies, 

Sits  mailing  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  env'ous  foes  devife. 

4.  Thy  fcom  derides  their  feeble  rage, 

And,  with  an  awful  frown, 
Flings  vait  confuiion  on  their  plots, 

And  makes  their  Babel  down. 

[  5  Their  ferret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facrifke  ; 
But  gloomy  caver/is  iirove  in  vain 

To  'icape  ali-fearching  eyes. 


DB.  II.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  imt 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all.  reveal fd: 

Their  treafons  all  betray'd  : 
Praife  to  the  Lord,  who  broke  the  fnare 

Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

*]  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebel  Tons  try  ; 
[Their  fouls  {hall  pine  with  env'ous  rage, 

And  vex  away,  and  die. 

8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 

From  their  malicious  pow'r  : 
Let  Zion,  with  united  fongs, 

Almighty  grace  adore, 

XCIIL—  God  all,  and  in  all,  Pfalm  Ixxni,  25. 
I   Tt  /TY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
IVl   To  Thee,  to.  Thee  I  call  ; 
I  cannot  live  U  thou  remove  ; 
For- thou  art  All  in  iUl. 

[a  Thy  fhining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon,  where  I  dwell, 
'Tis  paradife,  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 

[3  The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
How  am'abie  they  are  ! 
■*Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace. 

And  no  where  elfe  but  there,]  4 

[4  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
They  lit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where   Tefus  is.] 

[5  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heay'niy  place, 
If  God   his  relidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 


i«o         HYMNS    AND         B.  IL 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  iky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  j 
Noj  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  prefence,   Lord. 

my  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love. 
Where  all  my   pleafures  roll  ; 
The  circle  where  my  pailions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 

[8  To  Thee  my  fpiits  fiy, 
With  reftlefs  warm  defire  ; 
And  yet  how  far  from    Thee  I  lie   ! 
Dear  Jefus,  raife.  me  hi^h'r. 

XCIV,  Cnd  my  only  happlnejs^  Pfal    Ixxiii.  25;, 
l^r\^CY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love,, 

1VJL     ¥%  everlaftinir   All   ! 
I've  none  "but   Thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

[1  What  empty  things  are  all  the  fkies, 

And  this  infer'or  ciod   ! 
There's  nothing  here  defer ves  my  joys, 

There's  nothing  like  my  God.}, 

[3  In  vain    he  bright,  the  burning  Can 

Scatters  his  feeble  light  : 
'Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  $ 

If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And   vvhilfl  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 
Among  the  (hades  I    roil  ; 

If  my   Redeemer  fhews  his  head, 
Tis  morning  with  my  foul. 

5  To  Thee  I.  owe  my  wealth  and  friends, 
•   And  health,   and  fete  abode  ; 

Thanks  to  thy  n?.-r,e  for  meaner  things, 
iiut  they  arqnot  my  God, 


B. II.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS,    ig* 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 
If  once  compar'd  to  Thee  ? 

Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  poffeffor  of  the  earth, 
And  caird  the  liars  my  own  ; 

Without  thy  graces,  and  thy  Self, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone, 

§  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas, , 
*     And  grafp  in  all  the  fhore  ; 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face,  • 
And  I  defire  no  morer 

,  XCV.  Look  on  him  whom  thy  pierced,  if  mourn? 

1  INFINITE  grief  i  amazing  woe  I 
A     Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 

Hell  and  the  Jews  confpire  his  death, 
And  u(c  the  Roman  fword. 

%  Oh  !  the  fharp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain 
r  My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 
When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns^ 
His  facred  body  tore  ! 

3  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorn3>  , 
In  vain  do  1  accufe  ;  * 

In  vain  I  blame  the  Reman  bands, 
And  the  more  fpitefui  Jews  :. 

4  'Twere  you,  my  fins,  my  cruel  -fins, 
His  chief  tormentors  were  ;    . 

Earn  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail  ; 
And  unbelief— the  fpear. 

5  'Twere  you  that  \>u\Vd  the  vengeance  down 
Upon  his  guiltkfs  head  ; 


x8*  HYMNS    AND  EL  II, 

Break,  break,  my  heart— oh,  bu/ft  mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed  ! 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

Till  rn-lting  waters  flow  ; 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 

In  undiflembled  woe  ! 

— XCVL  Angels  punijhed,  and  Man  favtd ■—* 

a TPVOwn  headlong  from  their  native  Ikies* 

1  J     The  rebel-angels  fell;. 
And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 

Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

S.Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 

RebelPous  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  Jefus  ftoop.'d  beneath  the  grave, 

To  reach  a  flnktng  world 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degrees  f 
Unmeafurable  grace  ! 

Muft  heavVs  eternal  darling  die,. 
To  fave  a  trait'rous  race  ? 

4  Muft  angels  fink  forever  down, 
And  bum  in  quenchlefs  fire  ; 

While  God  forfakes  his  mining  throne, 
To  raife  us,  wretches,  higher  ? 

5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  earth  and  flues* 
With  hallelujahs  ring, 

And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongue* 
All  hallelujahs  fmg  ! 

. XCV1I.— 7B*  fame. 

FR  O  M  heav'n  the  finning  aneels  fell. 
And  wrath. and  daYknefs  cbsin'd  'em  di*wn 
But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs, 
Aad  mercy  lifts  him  tp  a  crown  1 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  i8j 

a  Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  grace, 
Which  could  diftinguifh  rebels' Co -i 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafting  fetters  too. 
3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
Our  fouls,  our  felves,  our  all  we  pay  : 
Millions  of  tongues  ft  all  found  thy  praife 
•On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 
XCVIII  —  Hardnefs  of  Heart  complained  *fi 
j  T^i-Y  heart,  how  dreadful  hard-it  is  I 

IVX  How  heavy here  lt  lies  * 

Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breaftj- 

juft  likea  rock  of  ice  \ 
%  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant  fits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne  ; 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep,,     -' 

Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone. 

3  How  feldom  do  1  rife  to  God, 
Or  iafte  the  joys  above  ! 

This  mountain  prefTes  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 
With  all  its  heav'nly  charms,    # 

This  itubborn,  this  relentlels  thing, 
Would  thruft  it  From  my  arms. 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 
Rebell'ous  I  have  flood  ; 

My  heart,  it  fhakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God . 

6  Dear. Saviour,  ftesp  this  rock  of  mitts 
In  thine  own  crimfon  fea  ! 

None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  Hint  away. 


i$4         HYMNS    AND  B.jtf, 

XCIX.  The  Book  of  God's  Deems. 

I  1        E  T  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
I.,./     AbasM  before  their  God  ; 

White'er  his  fov're\%n  voice  has  form'd 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

I  [2  Ten thoufand  ages  e'er  the  (kies 

Were  into  motion  brought; 
AH  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 

Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm, 
But's  found  in  his  decrees  ; 

He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  thrones, 
And  Jinks,  them  as  he  pleafe.J 

4  If  light  attend  the  coWe  I  run, 
'Tis  He  provides  thofe  rays  ; 

And  'tis  his  hand  .which  hides  my  fun, 
If  darknefa  cloud  my  days. 

>S  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'^, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
In  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees,. 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
Among  the  chofen  of  his  love, 

The  foli'wers,  of  the  Lamb  ! 

C.  The  Prefince  ofChrljl  is  the  Life  of  my  Saul m 

I   "J"  TOW  full  of  angui/h  is  the  thought ! 

f~j[  f*ow  ^  di  (tracts  and  tears  my  heart, 

If  God,  at  laft,  my  fov'reign  Judge, 

Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul  depart  ! 

*  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage4 
Where  fhall  1  fly  but  to  thy  brcaft  I 


B.IL   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.   185 

For  I  have  fought  no  other  home— 
For  I  have  iearn'd  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here. 
Without  forne  glimpfes  Gi  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there,; 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tireibme  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  Thee  ; 
The  Aiming  hours  of  chearful  light 

Are  long  and  ted'ous  years  to  me, 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  fowl, 
How  dull  the  night  !  how  fad  the  (hade  I 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll  ! 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live- — yet  part  with  all  my  blood  j 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 

Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food, 

[7  Chriil  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 
My  bleffed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prise  j 
Dearer  than  all  my  paflions  are, 
.My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 

8  The  firings  which  twine  about  my  heart. 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off:  5 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 
With  their  dear  hold  of  Chriit  my  love. 

fr)  My  God  1  and  can  a' humble  child, 
"Who  loves  thee  with  a  framefo  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  ImpofSble  t— -For  thine  own  hands 
Have  Vfd  my  heart  fo  fatfcto  Thee  j 

§,3 


i85  HYMNS    AND         B.  IfcjJ 

And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  rnuft  be.] 

CI.   The  World's  Three  chief  Temptations, 
l   IirffiN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divme, 

VV        We  look  en  things  below, 
Honor*  and  gold,  and  fens'al  joy, 

How  vain  and  dang'rous  too. 

I*  Honor's  a  puff  of  noify  breath  j 

Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafting  death, 

To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whilft  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind, 
And  feed  on  mining  duft  -, 

They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T'  indulge  a  fordid  lutf,] 

4  The  pleafures  which  allure  our  fenfe, 
Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls  ; 

There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  fweet, 
And  dafh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  mine  ail-fufficient  good, 
My  portion,  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fiil'd, 
And-all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accofls  my  ear, 
And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 

'I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heay'n  for  you. 

* -CI I.  A  happy  Refurreclisns  ■  .■.  j  <  » 

*  "l^T  O,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
■jL%|     But,  with  a  chearful  gafp  refign 
To  the  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave  , 

Thefc  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 


J..II.   SPIRITUAL   SONCtS.iSj 

1  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefh, 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  daft, 
My  God  fhall  raife  my  frame  anew 

At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facfed  morning,  through  the  ikie^ 
Bring  that  delightful,  facred  day  ; 

Cut  Siort  the  hours^  dear  Lord,  and  come 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  ftay. 

4  Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face  ; 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
Where  God  has  fhed  his  richeft  grace.] 

[  5  Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay  ; 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
And  ling  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

CIII.~ OhrrrVs  Commjfton^  John  iii.  i6,  17; 

I^IOme,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  Goi9 

V_jj     With  new  melod'ous  fongs  ; 
Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  ftrange,  fo  boundiefs  was  the  love 
Which  pity'd  dying  men, 

The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again.] 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  armM 
With  a  revenging  rod  ; 

No  hard  comrniffion  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy — all  was  mild— 
And  wrath  forfook  the  throne  ; 

Whe,n  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  faiyation  down. 


m  HTMNS    AND         B.  11,1 

5  Here,  fmners,  you  may  heal  your  woundsj 
And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  : 

Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  (hall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearefr.  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
Accept  thine  ctFer'd  grace  ; 

We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

CIV.— The  [arm.— 

X  "Ty  AISE  your  triumphant  fonge 
J\_   To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Caeleft'al  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  cbofe  ; 

And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  7Twas  mercy  nll'd  the  throne 
And  wrath  ftocd  filent  by, 

When  Chrift  was  knt  with  pardons  dewn 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  Tinners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopelefs  forrow  ceafe  ; 

Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his    ove, 
And  take  the  offef'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  ^we  obey  thy  call  ; 

.    We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  fal  vatic  n  thou  haft  bought 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name*' 


.■II.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    1S9 

:V.  Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  God 

AN  D  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
And  dare  we  yet  rebel  ? 
Pis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 

That  bears  us  up  from  hell  ! 
\  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  fink  us  down  to  flames, 
&nd  threat*  ning  vengeance  rolls  above 

To  crufh  our  feeble  frames. 
I  Almighty  goodnefs  cries — forbear  : 

And  ftraiflhe  thunder  frays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 

And  weary  out  his  grace. 
4.  Lord  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love,1 

Too  long  indulg'd  our  fin  ; 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 

What  rebels  we  have  been. 
5  No  more,  ye  3ufb,  (hall  ye  command, 

No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'ring  hand, 

And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

CVI.     Repentance  at  the  Crofs, 

1  S"\  S,  if  my  foul  was  forrn'd  for  w^ 
\J     How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  I 

Repentance  fnould,  like  rivers,  flow 
From  both  my  ftreaming  eyes. 

2  'T was  for  my  fins,  my  deareft  Lord 
Hung  on  thecurfed  tree, 

And  groarVd  away  a  dying  life  - 
For  thee9  my  foul,  for  thee, 

3  Oh  !  how  I  hate  thofe  lufbof  mine* 
Which  crucify'd  my  God  $ 


[lq0         HYMNS    AND         B.  IL 

Thofe  fins  which  pierc'd  ana4  naiFd  his  flelh   j 
Fait  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  fliall  die, 
My  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 

Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
Which  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilir,  with. a  melting  broken  heart, 
My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 

Til  raife  revenge  agajnft  my  iins, 
And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

C  VII.  The  everlafting  al ferns  of  God intolerable, 

I^TflHAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
f.        TV  appointed  hour  makes  bafte, 
When  I  muft  ftand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  fov'rtign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  found — depart  ? 

[3  The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 

Would  fo  torment  my  ear,    , 
'Twould  tear  my  foul  aiunder,  Lord, 

With  moft  tormenting  fear,  j 

[4  What,  to  be  banifh'd  from  my  life> 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly"? 

5'  Oh  [  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  ftation  where 

I  mutk  fiot  uite  his  love  i 


II.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.   131 

Jefu's,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
And  hang  upon  thy  ore  aft  ; 
V  ithout  a  gracious  fmde  from  Thee, 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
hew.  me  fome  promife,  in  thy  book, 

Where  my  falvation  (lands. 
8  Give  me  one  kind,  affuring  word 

To  fink  my  fears  again  ; 
md  chearfully  my  foul  fhall  wait 

Here  threescore  years  and  ten.] 

IVlll.Accefs  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  a  Mediator 

GO  M  E,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Up  to  the  courts  above, 
ind  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath, 
And  lhot  devouring  flame  ; 
)ur  God  appear'd  confuming  fire, 
And  Vengeance  was  his  name. 

Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus'  blood, 
Which  calm'd  his  frowning  face  ; 
Vhich  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace  I 

Now  we  may,  bow  before  his  feet, 
And  venture  near  the  Lord ; 
To  fiery  cherub  guards  his  feat, 
No  double  flaming  fword. 

The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs 
Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
[igh  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  tk'  almighty  throne. 


Igl  HYMNS    AND         B.  lii 

6  To  Thee  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring,  j 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  th*  eternal  King,  J$ 

Who  lays  his  fury  by. 

CIX.  ,The  Darknefs  of  Providence. 

iT     O  R  D,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 
J^  Th'  obfcure  abyfs  of  Providence  I 
Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 

%  Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 
We,  thro'  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  «thy  companion  ftill. 

3  Thro'  feas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefs,. 
We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight  ; 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Thro'  all  the  terrors  of  the  night, . 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcour^e  us  here  below  ; 
Still  let  us  lean  upon  our  God, 
TiiLie  arm  mail  bear  us  fafely  through, 

CX.«— Iriumph  over  Deaths  in  hope  of  th 
Refurreflion. 

I     A    N  D  muft  this  body  die  ? 
XX   This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  muft  thefe  a&ive  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

a  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms 
Shall  but  refine  this   flefh  ; 
'Till  my   triumphant    fpirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 


IL    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    193 

I    3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives— 

And  often  from  the  ikies 
irfGoks  down,  and  watches  all  zny  du&g' 

'Till  he  ftall  bid  it  rife,. 

4  Array'd  in  glor'ous  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  (hlne  j 

\nd  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face  " 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jefus*  dying  love  ; 

We  would  adore  his  grace  belovs^ 
And  ling  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord9  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs— 

'Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raifc 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

— -CXL  Thank/giving  for  Victory,  ■   »-m-  - 
1   r~F  ION  rejoice,  and  Jud ah  fing, 

£_j   The  Lord  ailiimes  his  throne  ; 
New-England,  own  the  hsav'nly  King, 

And  make  his  glories  known. 

The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proudy 
From  their  high  feats  are  hurl'd  j 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 
And  thunders  thro'  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
Diftributes  mortal  erbwris'; 

Empires  "are  rix'd  beneath  his  rmiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies  which  rule  the  ocean  wide,. 
Are  vxnouiiliM  by  his  breath  j 


Xg<.         HT14N3   AND         B,  II. 

And  legions,,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride^ 
Descend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5  Lat  tyrants  make  no  mere  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land  ; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 

Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

£6  S  £  ill  may  the  King  of  grace  defcend. 

To  rule  us  by  his  word  5 
And  alJ  the  honors  we  can  give, 

Be  oiFer'd  to  the  Lord. J 

CXIL     jfngtlijfflinlftrittg  to  Chrlfl  and  Saints* 

GReat  God  f  to  what  a  glor'ous  he.;-*Jit 
Haft  thou  advane'd  the  Lord,  thy  Son  ! 
Angels  in  ail  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  ths  fervams  of  his  throne.. 

a  Before  his  (set  thine  armies  wait, 
A  ad  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move,. 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  Hate 
In  works  of  vengeance,  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  through  zA  the  holls, 
Legions  deicend  at  his  command, 
To  fhjeld  and  guard  thefe  Weilern  coafb> 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  Jand. 

4.  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Vo  to  the  gaftrf  of  thine  abode  ; 
Through  h\\  the  dangers  viehich  we  meet  .. 
In  travelling  thz  heav'nly  road. 

.1  -//hen  I  Jeave  this  mortal  ground, 
b      me  rife,  and  tome— 
oved  ange]  down, 

:;>duci  my  fpjm  mms* 


I!.  II.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    x§£ 

— CXIIL— r^  /am^^ 

1  rpfHE  majefty  of  Solomon, 

i       'Kow  -glor'ous  to  behold — . 
The  fervants  waiting  round' his  throne, 
The-iVry,  and  ehe  gold  ! 

2  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  fhine$ 
With  far  fuper'or  beams  ; 

Thine  angel-guards  are  f wi ft  as  winds 
Thy  mirilnVers  are  fiames. 

[3  Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth. 
A  Hiining  army  downward  fled, 

Tt)  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And  when   opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fear%' 
On  the  cold  ground"- he  lies-— 

Behold — 2  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T>  allay  his  agonies*  J 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Ch'rift,  our  King, 
Are  all  their  legions -giv'n  ; 

They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  brine- 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav?n. 

6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  through  their hoft, 
To- fee  a  fmner  turn  ; 

Then  fa  tan  has  a  captive  Ion1, 
-  And  Chrift—a  fubj?a  born. 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 
When  he  his  angels  fends 

Obftinate  rebels  to  deflroy, 
And  gather  in  hVfnends, 

S  dn  1  could  I  fay,  without  a SS&jltfrJ 

There  (hail  my  foul  be  founds . 
-Then  let  the  great  arch-angel  fhout— • 
-■Aia^'the  lafi  trumpet  found  I 
R  2 


*96  HTMNS    AND  B.  IL 

CXIV.  ChrifVs  'Death,  ViRory,  and  Dominion. 

1  T  Sing  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death- 
ly     He  conquer'd  when  he  fell  : 

■9Tis  finijh'd~-fo\6.  his  dying  breath— 
And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 

£  'Tis  Jimjb'd — our  Emman'el  cries—* 

The  dreadful  work  is  done 

Hence  fhall  his  fov'reign  throne  arife  % 

His  kingdom  is  begun. 

2  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid, 
For  glory,  and  renown  5 

When,  through  the  regions  of  the  dead^ 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide, 
Sits  our  vietor'ous  Lord  ; 

To  heav'n  and  hell,  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  faints,  from  his  propitious  eye,, 
Await  their  fev'ral  crowns  ; 

vAnd  all  the  ions  of  darknefs  fly 
The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

f—CXV. — God  the  Avenger  of  his  Saints.— 

iT-TI-Grl  as  the  he«iv*n&  above  the  ground, 

IX     Keignslhe  Creaior.  GQD  5 
"Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound, 
Extends  his  awful  nod. 

7.  Let  prince?,  of  exalted  (late, 

To  Him  afcribe  their  crown  ; 
Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 

And  caft  their  glories  down.    . 

*  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 
•Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  $ 


•&"-«.  SPTRTTZfALvS'B"NGS.    9§j 

He  calls  you  Gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  mua  die,  like  ww». 

4  Then  let  the  fov 'reigns  of  the  globs 
Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft  ; 

He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe. 
And  treads  the  worms  to  duit. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wife, 
And  think  of  heav-n  with  fear  ; 

The  meaneii  faint  whom  you  defpife, 
Has  an  Avenger  there. 

«  CXVI.  -Mercies  and  lhanh. 

O  W  can  f  fmk  with  fuch  a  prep 
As  my  eternal  God  ; 
Who  bears  the  earth's  'huge  pillars  up, 
And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  I 

i  £  How  can  T  die  while  Jefus  lives, 
Who  rofe*  and"  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
•  From -mine  exalted  Head, 

,:  [2  All  that  I  am,  and  zll  I  have, 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine  • 
What 'e'er  my  duty  bids- me  g^ve, 
My  chearful -hands  refign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might 'make  fome  refefye, 

' knd  duty  did  not  call, 
1  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  g?ez% 

That  I  Hiould  give  him  all. 

Vlh    Lfatej  and  Dying  Kith  God  prefer?* 

f  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lc'rd— « 
My  fife  expires  if  tho-y  depart  j 

&  1  . 


)8  HYMNS    AND         B.  lie 

Be  thou,  my  heart,  ft  ill  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  ftiil  near  my  heart. 

l  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo-vile  ; 
Yet  I  will  ftay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  white 

3  Then,  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace. 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  j 
And,  with  a  fmile  upon  my  face, 
Paf*  the  important  hour  of  death. 

C  XVIII.  The  Priejhood  of  Chrift. 

iTJLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fines, 

X5   Revenge,  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  ; 
But  the  dear  ftream,  when  Chnft  was  flain, 
Spoke  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

a  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  $ 
Behold  !  he  lays  his  vengeance  by  ! 
And  rebels  who  deferve  his  fword, 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jefes  let  our  praifes  rife, 
Who  a;ave  his  life  a  facrifice  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And,  for  our  pardon,  pleads  his  b!oo£# 

CXIX.     The  Holy  Scriptures. 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fiy  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  glympfe  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

4  The' volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
Does  ail  .my  grief  affwage  ; 

Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Aim  oft  in  er°ry  page. 


B.  II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS,    ig9 

[3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  Iks 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife. 

Who  makes  the  pearl  his  ewiU 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows, 
To  quench  my  thirft  of  fin  ; 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grcws, 
No  danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  This  is  the  Judge,  who  ends  the  ilrife 
Where  wit  and  reafon  fail  5 

My  guide  to  everlafting  life, 
Thro'  all  this  gloomy  va!e. 

6  Oh,  may  thy  counfels.  mighty  G@df 
My  roving  feet  command  j 

Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road 
Which  leads  to  thy  right  hand  ! 

CXX.  The  Law  and  C  off  el joined  fa  Scripf&n* 

1  'TRUE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

§,     And  keeps  the  world  in  awe* 
Amidft  the  fmoak  on  Sinai's  hill, 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveaPd  his  face  ; 
And,  fmiling,  frdfci  above, 

Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epi tries  of  his  love. 

3  Thefe  facred  words  impart 
Our  Maker's  juft  commands  £ 

The  pity  of  his  melting;  heart 

And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 
[4  Hence  we  awake  our  fezr. 
We'  draw  our  comfort'  hence  ; 

The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  her e.  % 
Our  armour  of  defence. 


•  300        liTWN  S  •  *A  N  D       •«;  iffij 

5  We  !earn  Chrift  crucify'd, 
And  here  behold  his  blood  5 

'•All  arts  and  knowledges  befide, 
Will  <io  us  little  good.j 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word  | 
We  tafte  the  offer'd  grace, 

Obey  the  &  nates  of  the  Lord^ 
And  truft  his  promifes. 

*j  In  vain  fhall  Satan  ragd 
Againft  a  book  divine, 
-Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  p2g€» 
Where  beams  of  mercy  fhine. 

tXX&Zfti  Law  and  Go/pel  diflinguifitd^ 

"  *  T^  ^^  ^aw  commando:  and  makes  us  kno'tf 

A     What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  j 
'  But  'tis  the  gofpel  mufl  reveal 
Where  ire«  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 

:  %  The  law  difcovers  gui't  and  fin, 
And  (r:?ws  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  : 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  To ve$  and  clea'nfing  "grace. 

3  What  tunes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  Man  who  fails  but  once  ? 
But,  m  the  Gofpel,  Chriil  appears 
Pard'ntng  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 

,<(  My  foul,  nc  -more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comforts  from  the  law  ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpd  gives  : 
The  man  who  trufts  the  promife,  lives, 

CXXII.     Retirement  end  Meditation. 

V|    1\  7|"  V  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
jLVJL   A  tlranger  tomyfclf  and  *h& 


B.  II.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,   soi 

Amid  ft  a  ihoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higher*  love, 

a  Why  fhould  my  paiHons  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debafe  my  heay'frly  birth  ! 
Why  fhould  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God  my  Saviour  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  fiefh  and  (tnte. 
One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine. 

And  all  infer'or  joys  refigiu 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  5 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  j 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind. 

My  heav'n,  and  there -my  God,  I  find. 

CXXIIL   The  Benefit  of  public  Ordinances.-** 

1  A     W  A.  Y  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 
,/"\.   Away  from  earth,  cur  fouls  retreat 5 

We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worfhip  near  thy  feat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

%  While  here,  our  var'ous  wants-*we  raoun^ 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 
And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  blefllngs  in  variety. 

[4.  If  fatan  rage,  and  fin  grow  firong;, 
Here  we  receive  fome  chearing  word.| 
We  gird  the  gofpel,- armour  on, 
To  fight  the  Matties  of  the  Lord, 


^20* 


HTMNS    AND  B,  II. 


c  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints'grid' (Hes, 
(Our  confcicnce  gall'd  with  inward  flings) 
Here  doth'  the  right'ous  fun  arife, 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings,] 
6  Father  !  my  foul  would  ftiH  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  : 
But  if  my  feet.muft  hence  depart, 
Stillkeep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

CXXIV.  Jtfesss,  Aaron,  and  Joshua; 

I   r~W*%  I  S  not  the  law,  of  ten  commands, 

J_        On  hoiy  Sinai  giv'n, 

Or'fent  to  men  by  Motes'  hands, 

Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 

2t  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpi!t? 
,   Nor  (moke  of  fwecteft  fmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

*3  Aaron,. the. prieft,  reEgns  his  breath9 

At  God's  immediate  will ; 
And,   in  the  defart,  yields  to  death 

Upon  fcu1'  appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus,  on   Jordan's  yonder,  fide, 
The  tribes  of  Ifr'el  ftand, 

While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'i 
Vuort  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifr'el  rejoice,  nov?  *  Jafh'a  leads  ! 
He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  j 

Eo  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The*  ruier  and  the  prieft. 


*  The.  fame  with  Jefa,  andfgnifes  a  Savlm'r 


Ba,IL   SPIRITUAL    SONG*,    aej 

jCXXV,     Faith  and  Repentance^  Vnhdlsf  and 
Impsniie^ce, 

LIFE  and  immortal  joys  are  siv'n 
To  io\ki3  vvhomourr^the  lias  rh&ysve  dons 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'n^ 
*By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son, 

t  Woe,  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 
'The  inward  pangs  of  pious  gnef, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  ftuhborn  fin  of  unbelief* 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath, of  God  he  lies  : 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  -head,. 
<And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies, 

C&XVI.    God  glorified  in  the-  Go/pel. 

I   *TF*  ^£  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 

I       Invites  his  children  near  ; 
While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love 
Difplay^  their  glories,  here. 

£  Here  in  the  gofpel's  wond'rous  frame, 

Frefh  wifdom  we  may  view  5 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name,. 

Beyond  whate'er  they  knew, 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faired  lines, 

Thy   wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
'  Wifdom  thro'  all  the  myfVr'y  things. 
It  fhines  in  JeTus'  face. 

4r  The  law  its  beft.  obed'ence  owes 

To  oar  incarnate  God  ; 
And  thy  revenging  j  nit  ice  (hows 

Its  honois-in  his  blood. 

I  But  ftill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 
Our  warmer  thoughts  employs  j 


104.  HYMNS    AND         B.  II. 

Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays,     ' 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

— CXXVIJ  -  ~Gircumcifion  and  Bapiifm  — 

(Written  only  for  thsfe  "who  practice  the  B  apt  if m 
of  Infants.) 

I»~p  HUS  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  pafe 

*    Under  i he  bloody  feal  of  grace  ! 
The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
*Till  Chriit  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  Bv  milder  ways  doth  Je/bs  prove 
His  Fathei's  cov'nant,  and  his  love  ; 
Ke  feals  to  faints  his  glor'ous  grace. 
And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood, 
Their  children  fet  a- part  for  God  > 

His  Spirit  on  therr  dffspring  fhed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4.  Let  ev'ry  faint,  with  chearful  voice, 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children,  in. their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abra'm  praife. 

CXXVIII.     Corrupt  Nature  from  Adam.—    . 

1  T)  LEST  with  the  joys  of  innocence,    j 
[3     Adam,  our  father,  flood  ;  fj 

'Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  eat  th*  unlawful  food, 

1  Now  we  are  born  a  fens'al  race, 
To  iinful  jpvs  inclin'd  ; 

Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 
And  flefh  infiaves  the  mind; 

2  While  flefh,  or  (en(?9  or  paffion  reigns, 
Sin   is  the  fweeieft  eood  : 


5  Eternal  Spirit  I  wr/ts  fhj 
YP°no"f  inward  parts/      * 

H«'ma«eonoar*  earn. 

I     We  J,3>  to  «ome 
'Til^e  arrive  *  w^*  f ark  as  ~fih*. 
*«th  i,  our  guide   2flH  ?'•  ?Ur  llcme> 

She  makes  the  pS  J !  weU  ftPPii«- 

And  bring,  eternal  P"es' 

,  ri,      H  12' 8,orj«  near. 

s  faith  beheH  /'  alIc  With  Gcd 

[1     £IKa  Whi7e  God',  exalted  S6„ 


* 


"  t  Nature  and  fin  are  pafVd  away,. 

"  And  the  old  Adam  dies  ; 
*(  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay—* 

"  See  the  new  world  arife. 
"  3  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  Right'oufaefs 

4i  To  the  new  heav'ns  1  make  ; 
«{  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  cf  grace 

"  My  glory  foal!  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  '  fet  me  free" 
From  my  old  fiate  of  fin  5 

Oh-,  make  my  foul  alive  to  Thee,. 
Create  new  pow'rs  within  : 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 
And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  ; 

Give  me  aew.paflions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  £  one  to  fiefh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead— 
From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell,; 

In  the  new  world,  which  grace  has  made, 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

CXXX-I.  The  Excellency-  of  Ghrifgin  Religion* 

iT     ET  everla&ing  glories  crown 

%_j  Thy  head,  mySaviour,  and  my  Lord  | 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  dawn, 
And  writ  the  blefiings  in  thy  word. 

[%  What  if  we  trace  the  glebe  around, 
carch  from  Britain  to  Japan  I 
lere  (hall  be  no  religion  found 
.;.c  /ail  to  God,  iQ  lafe  for  man,] 
3  In  vain  the  trembling  confeience  feek3 
bome  foliiJ  ground  to  reft  upon  : 
1  Ion*  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
m  ^-prly  to  Chiift  aiens. 


TTIL   SPIRITUAL   SONGS.    107 

4  How  well  thy  bleffsd  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  I 
Thy  promifes,  how  ftrong  they  be  ? 
How  firm  our  hope  or  comfort  ft'ands  ! 

[5  Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nifli  blife 
Could  raife  fueh  pleasures  in  the  mind  ; 
Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradise 
Pretend  to  joy  fo  well  refinM,] 

6  Should  ail  the  forms  which  men  devife, 
A  (Fault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

— CXXXII.     The  Offices  of  Chrift.— 

'  I'"\7|/'^'  ^e**s  ^  ProP^et  of  the  Lord, 
W     Wfto  comes  with  truth  and  grace 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit,  and  thy  word 
Shall  Lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

%  We  rev'rence  our  High-Prieft  above, 

Who  offer' d  up  his  blood, 
-And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 

Uy  pleading  with  our  God, 

3  We  honor  our  exalted  King  ; 
How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 

He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin, 
hy  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glor'ous  mme. 
Who  faves  by  diff  reiit  ways  ; 

His  mercies  lay  a  fovVeign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praije. 

CXXXIII.  The  Operations  of  the  Holy  Splriu 
INTERNAL  Spirit?  we .eonfefc, 
JQ^  And  ling  the  wonders  of  thv  grale  • 
6  .% 


So8         H  TMN  S    A  ND         B.  II.' 

Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blefiings  down 
Prom  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

2  En'i^hten'd  by  thine  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  ihades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  : 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
^nd  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin  5 
Do  our  imper'ous  lufts  fubdue. 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voles 
Thy  chearing  words  awake  our  joys  j 

Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 
And  cairn  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

CXXX1V.  Girwmiifim  Abcllfied. 

TT1  [J  E  prbmlfe  tftos  divinely  free, 
\  nftye  w  •  ce'| 

-ill  r 

;3  lium-tous  ra 

id,  with  a  bloody  iea!, 
jrifirm'd  the  words  he  fpoke  \ 
ig  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  fee). 
The  fharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  'Till  God's  owh  Son?  defcending  low, 
Gave  his  own  fieft  to  bieed  ; 

And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleffings  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed, 

4  The  God  of  Abra'm  claims  our  praife, 
KTs  promifes  endure  ; 

And  Chri£,  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways, 
Makes  the  faivation  fure. 


3,  K.  ±$  PI  RITUAL    S  tfWG  S,   209 
CXXXV.  Sjjtej  and  Prophecies  of  Chrift—* 

Ekold  the  woman's  promis'd  ked% 
Bxhoid  the.  great  Me-fSah  come  I 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuper'or  room  ! 

2  A. bra' m 5.  the  faint,  rejoic'd  of  old 9  .  . 
When  vtfions  of  the  Lord  he  faw  ; 
Moles,  the  man  cf  God,  foretold  * 
This  great  fulfiller  of  his  Law. 

3  The  types  bore  wknefs  to  his  name, 
Ohtain'd  their  chief  deflgn,  and  ceas'd  ; 
The  inc-enfe,  and  the  bleeding  Lamb) 
The  -ark,  the  altar,  and  the,prieit. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 
And  join  their  blefiings  on  his  head  ; 
Jefus.  we  worfhip  at  thy  hti  j 

And  nations  awn  the  promis'd  feed, 

CXXXVI   Miracles  at  the  Birth  of  Chri&~* 

|iTp  H  E  Kins  cf  glory  fends  his  Son 

JL       To  males  his  entrance  on  this  earth;' 
Behold,  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  hearv'sly  hofts  declare  his  birth^! 

%  About  the  yemng:  Redeemer'*  head 

What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  ! 

An  unknown  ftar  arcle,  and  led 

The  eaftern  fages  to'-'his  feet. 

3^ Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 

The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 

Invzrd  they  h)t  the  facred  fire. 

And  blefsfd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name, 

4  Tho'  Jew  and  Greeks  bUfpherhe  aloud. 

And  treat  tw  holy  Child  ivaifcorn; 


2io  HYMNS    AND  B. 

Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condescended  to  be  born. 

CX XXVII.     Miracles  in   the    Life,   Dei 

and  Refurreclion  of  Chrift. 

1  "RE.?OLD  the  blind  their  %ht  feceiv 

±J  Behold  the  dead  awake,  arid  live  I 
The  dumb  fpeak  wonders  !  and  the  lame 
Leap  Jike  the  hart,  and  blefs  his  name  ! 
a  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  million  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  dies  !  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  ftoo< 
tie  rifes— and  appears  a  God  : 

Behold  the  Lord  afcendincr  hi^rh, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  ? 

4  Hence,  and  forever,  from  my  hearc 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart  ; 
And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign, 
Which  bear  credentials  Co  divine. 

CXXXVIII.    The  Power  of  the  Gcfp.il. 

,T  il  l  S  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

vSent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to.fhew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

*  nrhis  remedy  did  wifdorn  find, 

To  heal  dtfeafes  of  the  mind  ; 

This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  cam 

Reftore  the  min'd  creature,  man. 

3  This  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive  ;*r 

Sinners  obey  ihe  voice,  and  live  ; 

Vry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afrefli  ; 

Aod  beasts  of  J&one.a-re  turn'd  to  ikft. 


B.  II.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS,   tit 

[±  Where  Tatar,  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night, 
The  gofpel  ilrikes  a  heav'nly  light  ; 
Our  lufts  its  wond'rous  pow'r  controuls, 
And  calms,  the  rage  of  angry  fouls.] 
f  5  Lions  and  beafts,  of  favage  name, 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  world  efkems  it  ftrange, 
G-z.%  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.) 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew  5 
Let  finners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  which  faves  me5  does  engage 
A  lure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

CXXXIX.  The  Example  of  Chrift. 
I  "&  M"  y  dear  Redeemer,  and  jny  Lord, 

XV JL    I  reaa"  mv  ^utY  m  t'1y  w°rd  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears. 
Drawn  out  in  living. characters, 

t  Such  was  thy  truth    and  fuch  thy-seal—t 
Such  def  rence  to  thy  Father^  will— 
Such  love,  and  meekneft,  fo  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  rhjike  them  mine, 

Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  <air_3 
'  tnefs'd  the  fervor  of  thy  pray'r  j 
The  dsfart  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  confl'cV  and  thj  vicl'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern— make, me  bear 
M ore  o^  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Thsn  G  >d,  the  Judge,  mall  own  sny  name 
Among  the  followers  cf  th.e  Lamb. 

C^L,   Examples  of  Chrlfl  and  the   Sat  its  — 


V 


tt         JZTMNS    AND         B.ffi 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wreiileci  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

5  I  afk  them  whence  their  vicVry  came? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Afcnbe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb  j 

Thar  tiiumph,  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  which  he  trod, 
(His  zeJ  inipir'd  their  breaft) 

And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Poffefs  the  promisd  reft. 

5  Our  glor'ous  Leader  claims  our  pr-aife, 
For  his  own  pattern  giv'n  ; 

While  the  long  cloud  of  witneiTes 
Shew  the  fame  path  to  heav'n, 

CXLI.     Faith  ajjijled  by  fenfe. 
I\  yfY  Saviour  God,  my  fcv'reign  Pnnce*> 

iVJL     Reigns  far  above  the.  fkics  ! 
But  br in os  his  graces  down  to  tenfe9 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife% 

1  My  eyes  and  ears.fhall  blefs  hts  name* 
They  read  and  hear  his  word  : 

My  touch  and  tafte  Trial  I  do  the  fame, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

i    J   Baptifmal  water  's  defign'd 
To  Tea!  his  clean  Ting  grace  ; 
While,  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine9 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place  : 

I   4  But.  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 
Can  make  my  fiefh  fo  clean  j 
[lis  S;:;rir,  and  his  blood, 
He'll.  ivafh  my  foul  from  fin. 

choiceft  meats,  or  nnblcfr-wkies. 


B,  XL    SPIRITUAL   SONGS.    213 

As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  figns, 
And  feeds  upon  his  £efh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  floops  f©  low, 

To  give  his  word  a  feal  : 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beftow, 

Exceeds  the  figures  ftill. 

CXLII.  Faith  in  Chrift  our  facrif.ce* 

1  1%TGT  ail  the  blood  of  beafts 
J3J    On  Jewifh  altars  ilain, 

Gould  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace^ 
Or  wafh  away  the  flam. 

2  But  Chrift,  the  heav'nly  Lamb5 
Takes  all  our  fins  away  5 

A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And.  richer  blood  than  they, 

j  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine. 
While,  like  a  penitent.,  I  ftand, 
And  there  cosfefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  did  ft  bear, 
When  banging  on  the  cur&d  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there, 

<  Believing;,  we  rejoice 
To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  biers  the  Lamb  with  chearful  v©lee» 
And  fitjg  his  bleeding  love. 

CXLIII.  Flejh  and  Spirit. 
l\l[YH.f\T  different  pow'rs  of  grace  and 
¥f        Attend  our  mortal  fiate  ?  (fin 

.  hate  the  thoughts  which  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die. 
While  fin  and  fatan  reign  : 


V|  HYMNS    AND  B.  IIv 

Now  raife  my  fonss  of  triumph*  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light, 
9  fill  perfect  day  arife  5 

Water  and  Bre  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies.        * 

4  Thus  will  tne 'fleffc  and  fpirit  ftriw. 
And  vex  and  break  my  peace  5 

But  I  (hall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  nn  for  ever  ceafe. 

CXLIV.    Toe  Btfuftm  of  the  Spirit. 
1/^1  Re  at  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great3 

VjF   When  the  divine  difcipies  met  j 
Whilfr.  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

ft  What  gifts*  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  give,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
Furniih'd  their  tongues  with  wond'rous  words 
Inlkad  of  ihields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champ'ons  forth9 
Jfrrom  eaft  to^wefr,  from  fouth  to  north  j 

*c  Go,  and  afTert  you?  Saviour's  caufe  * 
€i  Go,  fpread  the  my  (fry  of  his  crofs." 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
T'o  make  out  liubborn  paiiions  bow* 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heavenly  arms  (uMii'd  j 

Whiie  6atan  rages  at  his  lofs, 
And  hates  the  doitnne  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubdit 
I  would  be  led  in. triumph  toq, 


"B,  Hi    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  21  s 

A  willing  captive  to  my-  Lord, 
And  fing  the  vicVries  of  his  word, 

CXLV,   Sight  thro*  aGlcfs,  end  Face  U  Face* 
IT  Love  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 

JL     Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen9 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glafs  between. 

1  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 
To  change  my  faith  to  fight  \ 

1  fhould  behold  my  Lord  at  home 

In  a   diviner  light* 

3  Hafte,  my  beloved,  and  remove 

Thefe  interpofing  days  ; 
Then  fhall  my  paffions  all  be  love, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 

CXLVI.    The  Vanity  of  Creatures. 

J.VJL  He  burns  within  with  reftiefs  fires  ! 
Toft  to  and  fro,  his  paflions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain,  on  earth,  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  ^ood  to  fill  the  mind  : 
We  try  new  pleafures— but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirft,  and  torment  (till. 
i.  So,  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 
We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns  | 
And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain, 

J-,9reat  *-*oc*  •  f^due  this  vicious  thirft,*, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  duft ; 

(Jure  this  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
fyLfeed  our,- fouls  with  jo^s  refia'd, 


*i6         HYMNS    AMD         B.  ITT 

CXLVI1.  The  Creation  oftheWsrld,  Gen.  i. 
,  <<  IWTOW  let  a  Spacious  world  arife," 

£^       Said  the  Creator  Lord   : 
At  once  th'  obed'ent  earth  and  Ikies 

Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 
[2  Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 

Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  ; 
He  callM  the  light— the  new-born  day 

Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high -| 
The  clouds  afcend*  and  bear 

A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  %a 
And  float  on  fofter  air. 

4  The  liquid  element  below* 
Was  gather M  by  his  hand  ; 

The  rolling   Teas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants   (a  flow'ry  birth) 
The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 

E'er  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth, 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fides  j 
Behold  the  fun   appears  ; 

The  moon  and  ftars,  in  order,  rife 
To  mark  out  months  and  year3. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  almighty  King  | 
Did  vital   beings  frame  ; 

The  painted   fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And   fifh  of  -ev'ry  name. 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  wofrfc- 
At  once  their  wond'rous  birth  : 

And  erazina;  beafrs,  of  vat'ous  form 
Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth. 


ITffi   SPIRITUAL   SONGS.    %t$ 

9  Adam  was  framM  of  equal  day,'- 

Tho'  fov'reign  of  the  reft, 
Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they  ; 

With  God's  own  image  bleft. 

ra  Thus,  glor'ous  in  the  Maker's  eyfe3'  -■ 

The  young  creation  ftoed  ; 
He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 

His  word  pronoune'd  it  good. 

II  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  rtandchj 
Thy  praife  fhall  fill  my  tongue  : 

But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong. 

CXLVlft.  God  reconciled  inChrifiS.   ' 

1  1P\Earest  of  all  the  names  above,-- 
\  3     My  Jefus,  and  my  God  ! 

Whacan  re  lift  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  f 

2  '  Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 

9Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  fpirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Til!  God,  in  human  flefh,  I  feej 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find; 

The  holy,  juft,  and  facred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Im/han'el's  face  appear,- 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 

His  name  forbids  my  flavifh  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  firfi. 

jj  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  re]y3 
And  Greeks  of  wifdom -"boaftj 


9i8  HYMNS    AND         ITift 

1  love  th'  incarnate  myftery, 
And  there  1  fix  my  truft. 

CXLIX.     Honor  to  MaglHraies. 

1  INTERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  iky, 

f"v      And  Lord  of  aSI  below, 
We,  mortals,  to  thy  majdiy' 
Our  fir-fi:  obed'ence  owe. 

ft   Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 

And  Wefs  thy  providence, 
For  magistrates,  of  meaner  name, 

Our  glory  and  defence. 

[3  The  rulers  of  thofe  i!ates  fhall  mine 

With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 

To  make  the  nation  biefs'd. 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  (land. 
While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 

And  Turners  perifh  from  the  land, 
By  juftice,  and  the  fword. 

5  Let  Csfar's  due  be  ever  paid 
To  Casfar  and  his  throne  ; 

But  Consciences  and  fouls  were  made  j 

To  be  the'Lord's  alone. 

• 

CL.      Tbf  Deceitfulnefs  of  Sin. 

1  Q^  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts 
O     To  practice  on  the  mind  ; 

With  Maturing  looks  fhe  tempts  our  hearts, 
liut  ieaves  a  fling  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  fhe  deceives 
"!  he  a,:td  arid  the  young  ; 

^-c,  v.hik  the  heediefs  wretch  believes,     , 
ii*c  lr^kQ*  hk  feUtf£  fti^ug. 


*B.  II,   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    219 

X  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  ihe  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 

{ind  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 

4  So,  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 

Gre.v  the  forbidden  food  ; 
'Our  mother  took  the  pcifon  there, 

And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

.      CLL     Prophecy  and  Inspiration. 
I  ^p  W  A  S  by  an  order  from  the  Lord. 

JL     The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word, 
His  fpirit  did  their  tongues  infpire. 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

a  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wro't, 
Confirm'd  the  meilages  they  brbught  ; 
The  prophet's. pen  fucceeds  his  breath, 
To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look  - 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  $ 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  i  fee, 
And  read  his  name,  who-dy'd  for  me. 

4.  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft,  and  vanim  in  the  wind  5 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  fecure— 
fnis  is  thy  word, 'and  mi'ft  endure. 

CLI1.  Sinai  m&  Sion,  Heb.  xii.ver.  18,  &f>, 

I   \7  O  T  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

1%I      The  tempeft,  £re,  and  fmoke  5 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke. 

C  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  bAll^ 
The  city  of  our  God, 

r  z 


2-20  HTMNS    AND         ■  B.  II. 

Where  milder  words  declare  hii  will, 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  ho£ 
Of  angels,  cloath'd  in  light  ! 

Behold  the  fpirits  of  she  juft, 
Whofe  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight  I 

4  Behold  the  blefs'd  affembly  there, 
Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ! 

.And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vileft  fins  forgiv'n. 

,  5  The  faints,  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead5 
Uut  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Chrift,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  ^race  partake. 

.  6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  weary  foul  would  reft  : 
The  man  who  dwells  where  Jefus  ls9 
Mud  be  forever  bleft. 

,  CLIII.  D:J>emter,  folk,  and  madnefs  of  Srtt, 

1  fT%  IN,   like  a  venomous  difeale, 
Jji     infers  our  vital  blood  : 

The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 
And  the .phyfician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 
And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 

Bat  Chrift,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs,  by  nature,  reigns  within, 
The  paffions  burn  and  rage  ; 

'Till  God's  own  Son,  with  (kill  divine, 
The  inward  fire  afluage. 

[4.  We  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp-thc  wind, 
find  foHd  good  dfffife  ; 


If.  II.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    »i 

Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
*  Fill  Jt-fus  makes  us  wife. 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel^ 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 
And  ruin,  with  fury,  clown  to  hell  ; 

ii ut  hczv'n  prevents  the  fall. 3 

[6  Thz  man  poflefs'tl  among  the  tombs,  g 
•   Cuts  his'own  iicib,  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves,  ffiJl  Jefus  comes, 
And  the  foul  fpirit  Hies. 


CLIV.  Sdf-Rightioufnefs  infufficleni 


u 


\1[7  Here  are  the  mourners,  faith  theLord, 
VV    .;  vVho  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  t 
€<  Who  wa'Jc  in  darkne/s  all  the  day  i 
*6  Come,  make  my  name  your  truit  and  flay, 

ft  fC  No  works,  nor  duties,,  of  your  own»- 
€i  Can  for  the  fmalieft  fin  atone  ; 
*c  The  robes  which  nature  may  provide, 
(i  Will  not  your  leaft  pollution  hide* 

3  "  Thefofteft  couch  which  nature  knows* 
6*  Can  give  the  confeience  no  repofe  : 

t:  Look  to  my  right'oufnefs,  and  live  ; 
c5  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 

4  <J   Ye  fons  of  pfiie?  who  kindle  coals 

cc   With  your  own  hands  to  warm  your  fo«l$9 
<£   Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
*<  Enjoy  the  (parks  which  ye  defire. 

5  "  This  is  your  pcHion  at  my  hands  ; 
t;   Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  \ 
t;   Ye  mall  lie  down  in  for  row  there, 

"  In  deaui,  uX  darknefs,  and  deipair." 


ffl   '      H1MNS    AND  B.  II, 

CLV.   Chrljl  our  Paffover. 

I   T     0,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
JL^     To  Pharaoh's  ftubborn  land  ! 

The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindi&ive  hand. 

a  He  pafsM  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er* 

Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ; 
He  few  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 

And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  muft  bleed, 
To  break  th'  Egyptian  yoke  ; 

Thus  Ifr'el  is  from  bondage  freed, 
And  'fcapes  the  angel's  ftroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  tOG 
With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine  5 

Jitftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 

5  Jefus,  our  paffbver,  was  (lain, 
And  has  at  once  procur'd 

Freedom  from  fatan's  heavy  chais, 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 

CLVL     Prefumptton  and  DefpatK 

I  T  Hate  the  tempter  and  his  chains, 
L       I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 

The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms, 
To  cheai  our  fouls  to  death. 

%  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreamy, 

Or  kills  with  ftavifh  fear  ; 
And  holds  us  ftill  in  wide  extremes, 

Preemption,  or  defpair. 

2  Now  he  perfuades,  how  eafy  'tis 
To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  5 


B.  II*   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    223 

Anpn  he  fwelis  our  fins,  and  cries 
They  cannot  be  forgiv'n. 

[4  Ke  bids  young  finners  yet  forbear 

To  think  of  God,  or  death  ; 
c<  For  prayer  3:ad  devotion  are 

But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  they  mud  die, 
"   And  ?tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 

cc  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
';  For  they  have  loft  their  day/* 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 
By  mifchief  and  deceit  ; 

And  drags  the;  tons  -of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit, 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  ppw'r, 
Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell  ; 

-And,  that  he. vex  the  earth  no  more,     " 
Confine  him  down  to-helL 

CLVII.     The  fame. 

I1WT3W  fatan  comes  with  dreadful  ras?9 

J3f      And  threatens  to  defrroy  ; 
Ke  worries  whom  he  can't  devour, 
With  a  malicious  joy. 

2  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage3 
Reiift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 

Thus  did  our  dearefi:  Lord  engage 
And  vanquish  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  alrnoft  divine, 
Like  innocence  and  love  ; 

But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within^ 
Whea  ke  afFames  the  dove. 


%n  HYMNS    AND         B.  II. 

4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, . 

Ye  ions  of  Adim,  fly  ; 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong, 

Nor  fhould  the  children  try. 

CLVtll.  Few  faved  :  Or,  The  almoft  CbnJ- 

tian,  the  riypocriie>  and   /Ipojiate% 

l~YJ^0AD  ls  tr*e  ro2d  which  leads  to  death, 

J3   &nd  thousands  walk  together  there,; 
But  vvifdom  fhew3  a  narr'wer  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller, 

2  "  Deny  thyfelf,  and^take  thy  crofs," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nature  mull  count  her  gold  hut  drofs, 
If  (lie  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land* 

3  The  fearful  foul,  who  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 

Is  but  efreern'd  a'msjl  a  faint, 

And  makes  his  own  deduction  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  a'l  my  hopes  be  vain  % 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 

This  hypocrites  did  ne'er  attain, 
And  falfe  Apoftat'es  never  knew. 

CLIK.  Unconverted  ft  ate  ;  or,  Converting  grace 

I  ^\  RE^T  King  of  glory,  and  of  grace  1 

Vjf     W"e  °^v:!>  with  hurtiblc  fhame, 
Bow  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 

And  our  firft  Father's  name  ! 

1  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 

The  poifon  reigns  within  i 
Makes  us.  averfs  to  ail  thatrs  good, 

And  willing  Haves  to  fin. 
[|  Daily  we  break  thy  holy  U  :  6, 

And  thefl  rej«&  thy  grace  ; 


B.'ll.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    21$ 

jEngag'd  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 
Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 

4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 
And  love  the  diftance  well  ; 

With  hafte  we  run  the  dang'rous  roads 
Which  leads  to  death  and  hell, 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd  ? 
Suchnatures  made  divine  ? 

Let  finners  fee  thy  glory.  Lord, 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  higfc£ 
Who  his  own  Spirit  fends 

To  bring  rebeirous  dangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

CLK.     Cuftom  in  fin. 

I  T    ET  the  wild  leopards  ef  the  wood 

JL/  PutofFthe  fpots  which  nature  give%§ 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers,  ana  their  lives# 

.2  As  v/ell  might  Ethiopian  flaves 
Wafh  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin  ; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves,, 
As  old  tranfgrelTors  ceafe  to  fin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  longg 
*  Twill  not  endure  the  leaf t  con  troul  j 

"  None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  frrong 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God  !  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
Which  fobncan  change  this  heart  of  mki€,| 
1  would  be  form'd  a-new,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace* 


225  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

CLXI.  Cbrifiian  Virtues. 

I    CJ  Trait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait, 
»3      VVaich  leads  to  joys  on  high  j 

'Tis  but  a  few  who  fkfd  the  gate, 
Whiie  crowds  miftake,  and  die, 

1  Beloved  /^  muft  be  deny'd, 

The  mind  and  wii!  renew*d, 
PafEon  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd, 

And  vain  defires  fubda'd. 

[^  F I  eft  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  ruies  ; 
FleQi  initft  be  Gambled,  pride  abas'd, 
■ht&  they  deiboy  otr  fouls. 

4  The  love  of  Gold  be  bsnifli'd  hence, 
(That  vilz  idolatry) 

Arid  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe 
in  fweet  fubje&ion  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  pow'r, 
Requires  a -ftrong  reftraint  : 

-We  mud  be  watchful  ev'ry  hoar, 
And  pray,  bat  never  faint. 

6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm, 
Fulfil  a  taflc  Co  hard  I 

Thy  grace  m-tift  ail  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

OLXtl.     Meditation  of  Heaven. 

Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  Ikies, 
And  look  within  the  veil  ; 
re   fprings  of  eniiefs   pleafarcrife, 
-■Vhofe  waters  never  fail. 

%    j  tarsi  1   behjfd,  with  fweet  delight, 
The  bklTeii  Ttirei  in  One  ; 


M 


And  (iron;/  afieoctans 

On  GrQo  S  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promifs  {lands  forever  firm, 
His  grace  fhall  ne'er  depart  $ 

He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  which  nature  brings 
How  fhort  our  forrows  are, 

When,   with  eternal,  future  things, 
The  prefent  we  compare. 

5  I  would  not  be  a  Granger  flill 
To  that  cseleft'al  place, 

Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

CLXI  •  I    Complaint  of  defertlon  and  temptations 

lin\E^R  Lord  !  behold  cur  fore  diftrefs  ; 

%^Jp     Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conquering  grace, 
And  let  thy  foes  be  flain. 

2.  The  Lion,  with  his  dreadful  roar, 

Affrights  thy  feeble  flxeep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 

And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

^  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair '? 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear  ? 

Nor  tears  afFe£t  thine  eye  ?  j 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal's  groan, 
Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 

An  advocate,  fo  near  the  throne, 
Pleads  and  prevails  with   God. 

5  He  bought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword, 
To  flay  cur  deadly  foes ; 


neath   tny   -*ord, 
d   hUF*i  /(ui  x'Tjppofe» 

6  How  bonndlefs  is  our  Fathers  graces 
In  heighth,  and  depth,  and  length  I 

He  made  his  Son  our  right'oufnefs, 
His  Soirit  is  our  ftrength. 

CtXlV.     The  End  of  the  World. 

J**!  T|  7"HY  mould  this  earth  delight  U3  fa*? 

V  V       Why  mould  we  fix   our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow. 

And  ev'ry  pleafuredies. 

£  While  time  his  fharpeft  teeth  preparer 
Our  comforts  to  devour  ; 
here  is  a  land  above  the  ftars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

^Nature  fhall  be  diflfolv'd  and  die-*  - 

The  fun  muft  end  his  race  : 
The  earth   and  fea  for  ever  £y9 

Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When '  will  that  glor'ous  morning  rifc^  ? 
When   the  laft  trumpet   found  ?        % 

&nd  call  the   nations  to  the  fkies, 
From  underneath   the  ground  f 

I 

CLXW    Unfruitfnlnefs,  Ignorance ,  and  Ufa 
fanftified  aff eft  ions, 

lT    ONG   have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
L/     Of  thy   Salvation,  Lord  ; 

But  ftill  how   weak  my   faith  is  found. 
And  knowledge  of  thy    word  ! 

5  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And- hear  al  mo  ft  in  vai^  :  • 


B*H.  SPIRITUAL   SONGS,  to® 

How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grac« 
My  mem'ry  can  netain  ! 

[3  My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  ail  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 

And  bleiilngs -of  thy  throne  I 

4  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  I 
How  negligent  my  fear  ! 

How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  afFcdions  there  !  J 

5  Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart, 
To  give  thy  word  fuccefs  ; 

Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 

There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  fhail  never  die.  j 

GLXVI.     Th*  Divine  PerfeZlions* 

j  TT  OW  ftiall  I  praife  th*  eternal  God, 

That  Infinite  Unknown  f 
Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  I 

1 1  The  great  Invifible  !  He  dweilt 
Concealed  in  dazz'ling  light ;     t 

But  his  all  -fear chin g  eye  reveals 
The  fecrcts  of  the  night, 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes,  which  never  {Jeep, 

Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wifdom  is  a  boundlefs  deep, 

Where  all  gur  thoughts  are  drown'd.J 

•  U 


a3o         HYMNS    AND  B.  17.  t 

[4  Speak  we  of  ftrength  ?  His  arm  is  ftrong, 

To  fave,  cr  to  deiiroy  ; 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 

And  endlefs  is  his  joy.] 

f  5  He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change. 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remain?, 

To  guard  his  promifes.} 

£6  Sinners  before  his  prefence  die  j 

How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 

Bum  like  devouring  flame, 

7  Juftice,  upon  a  dreadful  throne, 
Maintains  the  rights  of  God  ; 

While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

8  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 
Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 

3*hen  'twill  be  double  joy  to  iing 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

CL'XVII.     The   Divhe  PsrfeZhns. 

3   4^\  Re  at  God  !  thy  glories  mall  employ 

VjF  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  ! 
My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honor,  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

f  2  Earth  and  the  liars,  and  worlds  unknown* 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  j 
All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word. 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord. 

•5  H;3  fov'reign  pow'r  what  mortal  knows  f* 
If  he  command,  who  dare  oppofc  ? 
Wijth  Strength  he  ghcs  him  (elf  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  ;o  the  ground, j 


B.  ir.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.   %n 

4  Who  ikd.ll  pretend  to  teach  him  ikill  I 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  ? 

His  wlfdom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
Flows,  deep  and  high  beyond  our  liae. 

5  His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 

He  hates  the  ions  of  pride—  and  fheds 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads, 

6  The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
Bring  dark,  hypocn  fy  to Jight  ; 
Death  and  deitru6tion  naked  lizt 
And  hell  uncover 'd  to  his  eve. 

7  Th?  eternal  law  before  him  ilands  5 
His  juilice,  with  impartial  hands, 
Divides  to  ail  their  due  reward, 

Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword, 

8  His  mercy*  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Wafhes  our  loads  of  guilt  away  ; 
While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy-4^ 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  tide, 

9  Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith. 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  j 

His  truth  ioviolabiy  keeps 
The  larger!  promife  of  his  lips.) 

10  Oh,  ttll  me,  with  a  gentle  voice, 
Thou  art  my  God — and  I'll  rejoice  1 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  1  dare  proclaim 
The  brighten:  honors  of  thy  name. 


The  fa 


ame% 


\  JEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  .high- 
.,x$    His  robes. are  |i'&ht  and  snajefty  ; 


2&  HYMKS    AND         B.  II; 

His  glory  fhines  with  beams  fo  bright^ 
No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight, 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 
His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 
His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grac*. 

3  Thro*  all  his  works  his  wifdom  fhines, 
And  baffles  latan's  deep  defigns  ; 

His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil, 
The  nobieft  counfeb  oi  his  will, 

4  And  will  this  glor'ous  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father,  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  Tongs  with  angels  join-— 
•Heav'n  is  fecurc,  if  God  be  mine. 

CLXIXv    The  fame. 

I    rT*\  II  E   Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
J[      His  throne  is  buik  on  high  f 
The  garments  he  afTumes, 
Are  light  and  majdiy  : 

His  olories  fhine 
With  beams  Co  bright* 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  fight. 

1  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 

.  His  wrath  and  juftice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  :  * 

And  where  his  love 
Refolves  to  blefs, 
His  truth  confirms 
And  feals  the  grace. 


%W.  SPIRITUAL   .-SONGS. '2^ 

;  J  Through  -all  his  ancient  works 
Sufpriahjg  wifdom  ihines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defign&-j 

S tron g  is  his  .srm, 
And  ihall  fulfil 
His  great,  decree s, 
His  ibv'reign  will. 

,4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend  .? 
And  will  he  write  his  name 
My  Father  and  oiy  Friend  f 

I  love  his  name, 
I  love  his  word  ; 
Join  all  -my  pcw'rs 
And  praife  the  Lord. 

rCuKK.    Go-d  I/tcomprehenfitjie  and- Sovereign* 

[f/^1  A  N   creatures  to  perfection  find 

%^J  Th*  eternal  uncreated  mind  I 
Or  can  the  largeft  fL-etch  of  ..thought 
Meafure  and  fsarch  his  nature  out  f 

%  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell, 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  air -the  finning  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  he  wife $ 
Born  like. a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  hismind, 
And^fmeils  and  fnuits  the  empty  wind,] 

A  God  is  a  Kins  of  pow'r  unknown, 

Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  : 

-us 


m 


HTMNS    AND         B.  IU 


If  he  refolve,  who  dare  oppofe, 
Or  afk  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole 
He  cairns  the  tempeft  of  the  foul  : 

When  he  ihuts  up  in  long  defpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  r 

6  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon> 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  : 
The  pillars  of  heav'ns  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  and  &art  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm  ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  ; 
l»ut  who  (hall  dare  defcribe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  ftand 
*£o*bear  the  thunders  of  his  hand. 


E  ND  of  the  SECOND  BOO  K, 


BOOK         III. 


.Prepared  for  the   holy  Ordinance    of  tfa 

LORD'S    SUPPER. 


1.  7  be  Lord's  -Supper  inflituted%i  Cor,  xi.  tj,' 

I'qnWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  po'w'rs  of  earth  and  heli  arofe 
Againfr.  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2,  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

Ke  took  the  bread,  and  blefs'd  and  brake  % 
What  love  through  all  his  actions '  ran  1 
What  wondVous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  ; 

3  This  is  my  body,  broke, for  fin, 
Receive  and  eat  the  Hying  food  : 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  biefs'd  the  wine  5 
*Fis  the  new  c©v'na.nt  in  my  blood, 

[4.  For  us  his  flefli  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  : 
And  juftice  nour*d  upon  hisj  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance   in  our  {lead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt  ; 
When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggefi  frze? 
lis  gaye  his  foul  a  faetiike.  - 


35         HYMNS    AND         B.  II, 

6  "  Do  this  (he  cry'd)  'till,  time  (hall  enda 

4;  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  j 

*'  Meet  at  my  table,  and  jecord 

81  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord/' 

[7  Jefus,  thy  feaft  we  celebrate, 
We  {hew  thy  death,  wc  fing  thy  name, 
'Till  thou  return,  and  we  mall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

II.     Communion  with  Qhri£  and  with  Saints^ 
1  Cor.  x.  16,,  17. 
[1  TEjUS  invites  his  faints 
J    To  meet  around  his  board  5 
Here  pardon  d  rebels  fit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord, 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  ilefh  ; 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 

Amazing  favor  !  match lefs  grace, 
Of  ourdefcending  God  !] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine, 
Maintain  our  fainting  breathy 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  iht'refi  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 
Chrift  and  his  members  one  ! 

We  the  young  children  of  his  Jov.ea 
And  he  the  firfl-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 
Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ; 

One  body,    with  its  fev'ral  limbs, 
But  Jefus  is  the  Head. 

6  Lft  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 
His  ^lor'ous  name  to  raife  : 

Pleafure  and   love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry.  voice  be  praife. 


B. III.    SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  *$y 
III.     The  New  Covenant  fesled. 

I  w  f~W**  H  E  promife  of  my  Father's  love 

|[        "  Shall  ftand  forever  .good:** 
He  faid — and  gave  his  foul  to  death, 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 

%  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 

1  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feal  th5  engagement  with  my  Lord, 

And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  fight,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning 

And  g'ory,  (hall  be  mine ;  (g*ace., 

My  life  and  foul,  my,  heart  and  flefh, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 
$  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groana 

And  ratify 'd  in  -death. 
|  Sweet  is  the  rnerrr  ry  of  his  name 

Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will, 
And  to  his  teftament  of  love 

Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 

IV.     Chrift's  Dying  Love. 
I  TJOW  condefcending.  and  how  klal 

J7X     ^as  God's  eternal  Son  \ 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind^ 

And  pity  brought  him  down. 

[2  When  juftice,  by  cur  fins  provokM, 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  fword, 
He  eay£  his  foul  up  to  the  ftreke,  * 

Without  a  murm'ring  word.] 

3  He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bcftow-Sj 

JitU  coft  his  heart  a  groaa.J 


23S         HTMNS    AND        B.  III. 

4  This  was  companion  like  a,  Ged, 
That  when  the  Saviour  knew 

The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  with  drey/. 

5  New,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 
His  love  is  (till  as  great  : 

Weil  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 

{  6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  wben  he  dy'd  ; 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 

Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide.] 

{7  Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 

-Of  Jefus'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  who  never  feels 

One  foft  affection  move  ] 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

"While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt,  * 

Mourn  that  wcpierc'd  the  Lord. 

V.  Chrift  the  Bread  cf  Ufa  Jo.  vi.  31,  3$,  jgi 

I  T     E  T  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word, 
8  j     'Tis  He  our  fouls  has  kd  : 

Thou  art  our  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th*  immortal  Bread. 

[t  The  manna  came  from  lower  fkies, 

But  Jefus  from  above  ; 
Where  the  frefh  fprings  of  pleafure  rife, 

And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  Jews,  the  fathers  ,dy*d  at  laft, 

Who  eat  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
Eu:  thefe  nrovifions  which  -we  *.-,&?, 
.  C».:.  ::^ic  uo  from  the  cu;d„ 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  239 

4  Blefs'd  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  flefh 
To  nourlfh  dying  men  ; 

And  often  fpreads  his  table  frefh, 
Left -we  fhould  faint  again. 

5  Gur  fouls  fhall  draw  their  heav'nly  breathy 
Whilft  Jefus' finds  fupplies  ; 

Nor  fhail  our  graces  fink  to  death, 
For  Jefus  never  dies. 

[6  Daily  our  mortal  flefh  decays, 
But  Chriny our  life,  fhall  come; 

His  unrefifted  pow'r  fhall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

VI.  The  Memorial  of  our  abfent  Lord,  John 
xvi.  16.  Luke  xxii.  19*  John  xiv.  3. 

j  T  E  S  U  S  is  gone  above  the  fkies, 
Jf    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not  j 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thruft  our  "Saviour  from  our  thought. 

%  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 
And,  to  refrefh  our  minds,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memor'als  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flefh  and  dying  blood. 
We  on  the  rich  provifion  fted9 

'  And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  our  God, 

4  Let  finful  fweet?*be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efteem  ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixM  on  him. 

5  Whilft  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place  ; 
That  we  may  live  in  heav'nly  light. 
And  dwell  forever  near  his  face. 


_4o  HYMNS    AND        B.  III. 

[6  Our  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  fhall  come  5 
We  wait  thy  char'ot's  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home. 

VII.  Crucifixion  to  the  World,  by  the  Crop  of 

Chrift,  Gal.  vi.  1*. 
x'\T[7r^kN  I  furvey  the  wond'rous  crofs 
VV     ^n  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd, 
My  richeft  gain  [  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

1  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  feould  boaft, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  which  charm  me  moff, 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3   See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  corcpofe  fo  rich  a  crown  I 

f4-  His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  j 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. J 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall  : 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 

VIII.    The  Tret  of  Life. 

[i/^NOME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 

V  J    To  our  exalted   Lord — 
Ye  faints  en  high,  around  his  throne, 

And   we  around   his  board. 

%  While  once,  upon  this  lower  grounJ, 
Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 


B.  liLS'PFRITUAL  SONGS,  241 

What  dear  refrefhment  here  ye  found 
From  this 'immortal  food  ! 

3    The  tree  of  life,  which  near  the  throne 

In   heav'n's  high  garden  grows, 
L?  3en  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 

Its  ever  -fmiiing  boughs. 

[4  Hov'ring  anions:  &s  leaves,  there  ilaniis 

The  (weti  caelefr'al  Dove, 
Arid  Jefus  en  the  branches  hangs  , 

The  banner  of  his  love] 

[5  'Tis  a  young  heaven  of  ftrange  delight 

While  in  his  ihade  we  lit  ; 
His  fruit  is  pleafing  to  the  fight, 

And  to  the  tafte  as  fweet. 

6  New  life  it  'fpffead$;thro'  dying  hearts, 
And  chears  the  drooping  mind  j 

Vigor  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 
Without  a  {ling  behind] 

7  Now  let  the  framing  'weapon  '{land. 
And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  5* 

There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
Which  bears  ruch  fruit  as  thefe. 

8  Infinite  grace  o«r  fouls  adore 
Whofe  wond?rous  hand  has  mace 

This  living  branch  of  fc/reign  pow'i" 
To  raife  snd  heal  the  dead. 

IX;     The  Sptrltythe  Wat$r>  and  ih  Ehr!.-* 
1    John  v.  6. 

[1  "I"    ET  all  our  tongues  be  orre3 
JL^       To  praife  cur  God  on  h'^'n 
Who  from  his  bofcrn  fent  his  her-) 
Tv  fetch  a;  fkafigtrs  nl|  fe 


a4t         H TAINS    AND         B.  III. 

2  Nor  Jet  our  voices  ceafe  - 
To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  j 

Jefus,  th'  EmbafTador  of  peace, 
How  chearfully  he  came  I 

3  It  cofl  him  cries  and  tea-rs 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears  ., 
To  make  the  payment  good  j 

[4  My  Saviour's  pierced  Mq 
Pour'd  out  a  double  Rood  + 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 

And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 

But  He,  our  Prieft,  atone?  ;  . 

On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt3v 

And  offer 'd  with  his  groan*. J 

6  Look  up  my  foul,  to  him 
Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 

And  humbly  view  the  living  ft  ream.. 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There  on  the  curfed  tree, 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies. 

Fulfills  his  Father's  great  decree,  . 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water,  and  by  blood  : 

And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame# 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good.  , 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 
B^ar  their  record  abote, 

Tkcn  i  believe  he  dy'd  for  me,  . 
And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 

[i.o  Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from.- 5% 
iSor  let  thy  Lracs  depart  -4 


<B.  III.  ** PI RITUAL  SO WG $.  2 \ s 

Great  Comforter  I  abide  within, 
And  witnefs  to  my  heart. 

X.  ChrlCz  Crucify' d  •   theWifdomand  Pew'tr 
of  God* 

1^7  ATURE  with  open  volume  ftands, 

i'N  •  To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad  5 
And  ev'ry  labor  of  his  hands 
•Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God  : 

t  But  in  the  grace  which  refcu'd  man, 
His  brighteft  form  of  glory  fhines  5 
k  Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft.  drawn 
In  precious  blood ,  and  crimfon  lines. 

[3  Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete -5 
Nor  wit-can.guefs,  nor  reafon  prove, 
"Which  of  the  letters -bell-  is  writ, 
The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.] 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  fceart, 
Where  grace  and  vengeance  ftrangely  join  3 

». "Piercing  his  Son  with  fharpeft  fmart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  plea fu res  mine. 

5  Oh  !  the  (wtti  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
Where  God^  the  Saviour, -2ov-'d  and  dy'd  I 
Her  nobleft  life  my  fpirit  draws 

j  From  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  fide. 

6  I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown. 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worihip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

XI.  Par-don  brought  to  our  fenfe$» 

I  "T    ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  arte  1 
j^j     How  heav'nly  is  the  olace, 
W  % 


f*44         HYMNS    AND         B.  111.   . 

Where  Jefus  fpresds  the  facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

-2  Here  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 

And  fweetdt  glories  fhine  ; 
lli.it  Jefus  fays,  that  [  am  his, 

And  my  hsjoved's  mine, 

3  Here,  ((ays  the  kind  redeemkg  Lo-rdf 

And  fhews  his  wounded  fide) 
*4  See  here  the  fprin£  of  all  your  joys, 

«   Which  open'd  when  I  dy'd  !" 

[4  Ke  fmiies,  and  chears  my  mourn fulheartf 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
c=  All  this,  fays  he,  1  bore  for  thee," 

And  then  he  f miles  again.] 

.  r  What  (hill  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King, 

"  For  grace  (o  vaft  as  this  ? 
Ke  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 

[6  Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

8e  founded  all  abroad  ; 
J§**ch  favors  are  beyond  degrees, 

And  worthy  of  a  God.  j 

f7  To  Him  v  ho  wam'd  us  in  his  blood 

Be  everlaftlng  praife  ; 
Saltation,  honor,  glory,  pow'r, 

Eternal  as  his  days. 

ZiiL— The  Go/pel  Feafi>  Luke  xiv.  16,  fcfr.— 

[  1  YjF  O  W  rich  are  thy  proviflons,  Lord  ! 

|7jL     Thy  table  furnifh'd  from  above  ! 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heav'nly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jew3, 
"Were  firft  invited  tc  the  feaft  : 


IS.  HI-  -®PmiTUdZ   SONGS.  MS 

We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte., 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame  § 
And  help  was  far*  md  death  was  nigh  I 
liiiu  at  the  gqfpel-call,-we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  received  fupply. 

4  From  the  high  way  which  leads  to  hellD 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  deipair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell, 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  presence  here.] 

f  5   What  foall  we  "pay  th'  eternal  Son, 
Who  kit  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  dowrs3 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  "back  to  God  1  j 

6  It  colt  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  5 
To  buy  our  fouls,  it  coft  his  own  5 
And  ail  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  boaght  with  agonies  unknown. 

7  Our  everlaftin  glove  is  due 

To  him  who  ranfooVd  iinners  loft  ; 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 
The  vaft  expence  his  love  would  coil.  J 

Xlil.  Divine  Love  making  a  Feajly  and  calling 
in  the  Guejts^  Luke  xiv.  17,  sz?  t$, 

I  JT  O  W  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place4, 
E  X     W}$*  ChritL  within  the  doors,   . 

While  everlaftLng  love  difplays 
fhe  choicefi  of'  her  Acres  ! 

%  FT >re  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 
With  Toft  companion  roll:  ; 
1  Ti':?e  pease  arid  r>ardon  bought  w^h  blood, 
is  fobd  for  dying  fouls. 
.    W  z 


K6        HYMNS    AND        B.  Ill; 

< 

[3  While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  fongs 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 

**  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  l 

4  cc  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
ct   And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 

<{  When  thoufanos  make  a  wretched  choice, 
i%  -And  rather  ftarve  than  come  ?" 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  which  fpread  the  feaft, 
That  fweetly  fore'd  us  in  ; 

Elfe  v/e  had  ftill  refus'd  to  fca#e, 
And  perifh'd  in  our  fin, 

[6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Cpnftrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  vidor'ous  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  one  heart,  one  foul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

XlV.     7he  Song  c/*Simeon  ;  Luke  it.  28,  or, 
A  Sight  of  Chrift  makes  Death  eafy. 

j  "VT  O  W  have  our  hearts  embrae'd  our  G?& 
>   jJNI    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  with  to  die,  as  Simeon  wouid 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

It  Our  lips  fhould  learn  that  joyful  fong, 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  i 
**  Our  fouls  ilill  waiting  to  be  gone, 
<s  And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

5  "  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
§  And  view'd  falvation  with  our  eyes, 


B*,III.t  SPIRITUAL  SQNGS.  m 

cc  Tailed  and  felt  the  living  word? 

<J  The  bread  defcending  from  the  fkies. 

4  "  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  LambD 
**  Hafc  fet  his  blood  before  our  face  ; 

'**  To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
iC  And  (hew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  "  He  is  our  light,  our  rnorning-ilar 
>'  Shail  fnine  on  nations  yet  unknown  j 

"  The  glory  ©f  thine  liVel  here, 

c*  And  joy  of  fpirits  near  the  throne." 

XV.     Cur  Lord/jcCus  at  bis  own  Tabk9 

1  *"TP^rIE  rnem'ry  cf  our  dying  Lord 

J_       Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  : 
Hew  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
And  blefs'd  the  food,  and  fung. 

2  Happy  the  men  who  eat  this  bre-ada 
But  doubly- blefs'd  was  he 

Who  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  Thee. 

2  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefus'  breaft, 

And  take  the  heavily  bread. 

I  4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  Ikies  $ 
Hither  the  King  descends  1 
*£  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (be  cries) 
"  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 

£5  "  My  flefh-is  food  and  phyfic  too, 

"  A  balm  for  all  your  pains  : 
€i  And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  fbw 

*4  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins.'9 

6  Hofasna  to  his  bount'ous  loyc, 
Tor  fuch  a  feaft  below  I 


n3  HYMNS    AND        B.  III. 

And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bleffings  too. 

7  Come,  the  dea**  day,  the  glor'ous  hour, 
Which  brings  our  four,  to  reft  ! 

Then  ',ve  (hall  need  thefe  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'rJy  feaft. 

X VI.     The  pontes  of  Chrift. 

rI  "^T^^  let  our  p^ins  be  §11  forgot, 

!3f       Ou?  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Our  fulF'rings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
When,  Lord,  compared  with  thine. 

&  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  ; 
Each  of  us  hope,  he  dy'd  for  me, 

And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

[  j  Our  humble  faith  here  tc.kes  her  rife, 
While  fittin^rround  hi?  board  ; 

And  back  to  (JSvary  (lie  fifes, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord, 

4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt 
When  his  own  God  withdrew  ; 

And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5  B-it  the  divinity  within 
Supported  him  to  bear  s 

'Dyin.j,  he  ronquer'd  hell  and  fir%, 
And  made  his  triumph  there. 

6  G-ace,  wif-iom,  juflice,  join'dand  wrou^V-t 

The  wonders  of  that  day  : 
No  mortal  tongue  nor  mortal  thcuakt 
Can.  eq'i^i  thanks  repay. 


JS.  III.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  1& 

£ -Our  hymns  fhould  found  like  thofe  above9 

Could  we  our  voices  raifej 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  fhal!  all  be  love, 

And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

X¥II.     The  Elejb  and  Bleed  of  Chrift. 

[iff  YE  fing  th*  amazing  deeds 

VV     Wfttch  grace  divine  performa.5 
Th'  eternal  God  comes  down. and   bleeds 
To  nourith  dying  worms. 

%  This  foul-reyiving  wine, 
Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  ; 
We  thank  that  faered  ftefh  of  thine, 
For  this  immortal  food, 

j  The  banquet  which  we  eat 
I?  made  of  heav'nly  things  s 
Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  fo  (\%Qzt 
As  our  Redeemer  brings, 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
And  fearch'd  his  garden  round, 

For  there  was  no  fuch  bk-fFed  fruit 
In  ail  the  happy  ground, 

5  Th'  angelic -haft  above 

Can  never  tafte  this  food  ; 

They  feaft  upon  their  Makers  love, 

But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th9  almighty  Lord 
Bellows  this  matchiefs  grace  ; 

And  meets  us  with  fame  chearing  word. 
With  pleafure  in  his  face. 

7  Gome,  all  ye  drooping  faints .; 
^  And  banquet  with  the  King  ; 

This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaint^ 
And  tune  your  voice  to-fcg. 


£t^         HTMNS    AND       'B.-IIL 

•  8  Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrift  ; 
Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim., 
His  glory  in  the  high  fl. 

XVIII.     The  fame. 

I  JESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  feet  \ 

'  Jf  Thy  table  is  divinely  flcr'd  • 
Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
?Tis  living  bread — we  thank  thee.  Lord  \ 

%  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood  g 
We  thank  thee,  Lord  !  'tis-ger.'rous  winea 
Mingled  with  iove>  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine, 

3  On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found5 
For  the  Lamb's  fkfh  is  heav'nly  food  5 
In  vain  wd?  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good, 

A  Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft, 
]Jut  chearthe  heart,  or  warm  the  head  $ 
But  the  rich  cord'al  which  we  tafie, 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Praife  to  the  M  after  cf  the  feaft, 
Kls  name  our  fouls  forever  blefs  , 
To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieir, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place, 

XIX.     Glory  in  the  Crofs. 

I     A     T   thy  command,  our  deareft  LofrJ, 

£\^     Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft  : 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  boar^a 
And  thy  own  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueft. 

7.  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trull  for  life  in  one  who  dy'd  j 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  %$i 

We  hope  for  Jieav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fhame| 
And  fling  their  fcandais  on  the  caufe  5 
We  come  to  boail  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  niake  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcoffing  age,* 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  utmofr.  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  'till  he  come. 

XX.  Th£  Provijions  for  the  Table  of  our  Lond» 

I T     ORDv  we  adore  thy  bount'ous  hand, 
JL/  -And  fing  the  iolemn  feait, 
•   Where  fweet  ctelerVal  dainties  ftand,      , 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 

[2  The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit  ; 
Anil  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  (Word 

To. guard  the  paiTage  to't. 

3  The  cup  ftands  crown'd  with  living  juide§ 
The  fountain  flows  above, 

And  runs  down  ftreamingj  for  our  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art, 
The-  pleafure's  well  rehVd  ; 

They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  hearty 
And  chear  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  Iqy^ 
Ye  faints  who  tafte  his  wine  ; 

Job?  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
In  laud  hofanna's  join. 

6  A  thoyfand  glories  to  tht  God, 
Who  gives  fuch  joy  a§  this  4 


SS4         HTMNS    AND         L\  III; 

Hofanna  !  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

XXI,  The  Triumphal  Feqft  for  Chrift's  Vic- 
tory over  Sirt9  Deaths  and  Hell. 

I   f~*\  O  M  E,   let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

\^J      Bi^h  as  our  joys  arife  ; 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky, 

Where  pleafure  never  dies. 

[2  Jefus,  the  God,  who  fought  and  bled, 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell, 
Who  rofe,  and  at  his  char'ot  wheels, 

Drag'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

[3  Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here, 

To  this  triumphal  feaft  ; 
And  brings  immortal  bleffings  down 

For  each  redeemed  gueft. 

4  The  Lord  !  how  gler'ous  is  his  face  5 
Kow  kind  his  fmiles  ap'pe-ar  ! 

And,  oh  J  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear. 

5  "  For  yen,  the  children  of  my  love, 
"  It  was  for  you  I  dy'd  ; 

««  Behold  my  hands,  behold'  my  feet, 
46  And  look  into  my  fide. 

6'u  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

<;  The  fx&ens  of%my  pains, 
•l  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 

6i  From  rnifery  and  chains. 

[7  "  juftice  ynflteath'd  its  f?ry  fwor&, 

€i   And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart  -9 
«  Infinite  pangs  for  you  1  bore, 

**  Aft*i  c^Qit  torxaentibff  Sm&& 


B,  Ilk  SPIRITUAL  SONGS,   -52 

B  "  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pQw'rs> 

€;  Stood  dreadful,  in  my  way, 
*<  To  refcae  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 

cc'  I  gave  my  own  a?/ay. 

9  "  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd,  anddy'd, 
€s  I  ruin'd  fatan's  throne  ; 

"High  on  my  crofs  1  hung,  and  fpy'd 
Ci~  The  monfier  tumbling  down. 

10  "  Now  you  mult  triumph  at  my  feaft, 
*?  And  fafle  my  flefb,  my  blood, 

M  And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 
"  For  'tis  immortal  food." 

1 1  Vi&or'ous  God  I  what  can  we  pay 
tor  favors  fo  divine  ? 

We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 
To  be  forever  thine,  J 

12  We.  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheit  praifgy* 
The  tribute  of  cur  tongues— 

Bu-t  themes  fo  infinite  as  the  is 
Exceed  our  nobleft  fongs, 
,  XXII.     the  CompaJJlon  of  a  dying  Chrift.— •  ' 
'j/^UR  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  :—* 

\J? -  Oh-,that  our  feeble  lips  could  move- 
In  {trains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  1 

%  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 
The  priace  of  heav'n  reflgns  his  breathy 
And. pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death  i 
\\  Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws; :- 
'  He  from  the  threatnings -Wt  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his"  c?sis, 
And  naird  the -cuffes  to  the  tree,] 
X 


%S%        HTMNS    AND        B.  III. 

[|  The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now— 
And  Sinai's  thunder  rca^s  no  more  : 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleffings  flow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  fhore. 

5  Here  we  have  wafhfd  our  deepefr  flains, 
jAHad  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nfy  blood  : 
Blefs'd  fountain  !   jfpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God.] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  {hive. 
To  fpeak  companion  fo  divine  i 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give. 
A.thoufand  lives  (hould  all  be  thine, 

XXIII.  Graci  and  Glory. by  the  Death  n/Chnfl 
[iQlTTIMG  around  our  Fathers  board, 

k3     ^e  r£-'^e  cur  tuneful  breath  ; 
Oair  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 

And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  Tefus  fhed^ 

Whence  all. our  pardons  rife  ; 
.The  finner  views  th'  atonement  made, 

And  loves  the  facriiice. 

2  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  ilianreful  crofs, 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
Our  higheft  gain  firings  from  thy  lofs  5 

Our  healing,  from  thy  wounds. 

4  Oh  !  'tis  i-npeffib'e  that  we, 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  fufPrirtgs  tear  fat  Thee, 

Or  equal  thanks  repay 

XXIV.     Pardon  and  Stren-tbyrtm . Chrift.  \ 
1  TT^ATHEil,  we  waitJro  fed  thy  grace, 
XJ.'      To  &'-  thy  glory,  ihine  $ 


B.  III.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS.    %$% 

The  Lord  will  hia  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  reait  divine, 

*  We  touch,  we  tails  the  heav'nly  bread., 

We  drink  the  fscred  cup  ; 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fedy 

Our  fou's  rejoice  in  hope, 

3  We  {hall  2ppear  before  the  throne 
Of  our  forgiving  God, 

DreiVd  in  the  garments  of  his  56% 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  (hall  be  Pcrong  to  run  the  race2  ; 
And  climb  the  upper  fky  ; 

Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  graee5 
He  bought  a  large  h^ply* 

f|  Let  us  indulge  a  ch earful  frame, 

"  For  joy  becomes  a  feail  j 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 
More  than  the  wfne  we  tafte.  j 

XXV.     Divine  Glories  and  Graces £ 

OW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay9d» 
Great  God,  how  bright  they  fhmg£ 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine  ! 

%  Here  thy  revenging  juflice  fhnds, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  laving  mercy  fp reads  her  hands. 

Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 

3  Thy  faints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace 

On  this  great  facriiice  ; 
And  love  appears  with  chearfu!  face, 

And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 
v  ~ 


%^         HTMNS    AND         D.  III. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 
To  heav'n  dire&s  her  fight  ; 

Here^y'ry  warmer  paffion  meets, 
And  ftrongeft  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  thek  part, 
And  riling  fin  deftroy  ; 

Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight, 
Let  fin  forever  die  5 

Then  fhail  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 


/Cannot  perfuade  my  [elf  to  put  a  full  period  to 
thefe  divine  Hymns,  until  I  have  addreffed  a 
f pedal  Jong  of  glory  fo  God  the  Father,  the  Son, 
and  the  Holy  Spirit.     Tbo*  the  Latin  name  of  jft 
Gloria  '^airi,  he  retained  in  cu'-  nation  from  the 
Roman  church  ;  and  tho'  ihe-e  may  be  feme  fxeef* 
fa  r.f  fupetfiiUous  honor  feid  to  the  vsords  of  it, 
which  ?nay  have  prougkt  fonie  unhappy  prejudices 
in  weaker  Ckriiitans,  yet  I  bclUve  it  Jiiii  to;  he 
cne  of  tk .  nobleji    part;  rf  Chrljiian   wcrfhip* 
7&  {sthjeSt  of  it   is  the  doctrine  of  the  Trinity^ 
,h  is  that  peculiar  glory  of  the  divine  nature, 
that  our  Lord  J  ejus  Chrifi  bas.fo  clearly  reveal '- 
ed  unto  mm,  and  is  fo  neceffary  to  true  Ckrijlian* 
ity.     The  allien  is  traifi,  which  is  one   of  the 
ir-r-il  compile  arj  exalt td  parts  0/  heavenly  wor- 
I  have  call  the  Jong  into  a  variety  cf forms, 
"  and  have  fitted  itvy  a  plain  ferfion,  or  a  large 
parafbrafy  to  be  Jung  either  alone,  oratthecon~ 
n  cf  another  Hymn,      I  have  added  alfo,d 
•-,    or  afcriptions  of  falvaiion  of 
'ft.  in  thejame  manner,  an'  for  the  fame  end. 


'    B.UL  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.   257., 

A  Seng  of  Praife  to  the  Evcr-blejjid^  Trinity  ^  God 

the  Father^  Sony  and  Spirit. 

XXVI.     i^Long  Metre. 

1  TQLESS'D  be  the.  Father,  and  his  love, 
JL>    To  whofe  celefi'ai  fourse  we  owe 

Rivers  of  endlefs  joy.  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  be!o&% 

2  Glory  to  Thee,  great  Son  of  God  j 
From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  roils 
A  precious  dream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouis» 

3  We  give  Thee,  facred  Spidt,  praife, 
Who,  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  woe, 

1     Mabs  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boikjdlefs  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  S'jwjStt  we  adore, 

That  fea  of  rt-fe  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom,  or  a  fhore. 

XXV ii.     lit  Co?nmm  Mdre. 

1   jjfT^I  LOP.  Y  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
\  jcr     Who,  from  our  ilnful  race, 

Cholj  out  his  fay'dtes  to  proclaim 
Fhe  honors  of  his  grace. 

%  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 

-^ho  dwelt  in  KVmtUe  clay, 
And.   to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 

Gave  his  own  lire  a-^^y. 

3  Glory  to  G:»d  the  Spirit  give, 

*?■£»■!!  vrbjic  ah-ni^htv  pow'jr 
Cur  f,ju's  their  b.av'n?/  birth  derf^ 

And  bl£&  £as  aaa-r/hauK 


t!*         HYMNS    AND       B.  III.   \ 

4  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 

1  ti'  eternal  Three  and  One, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love, 

I-'as  made  his  nature  known. 

XXVIII.     ift  Short  Metre. 
i    T    ET  God  the  Father  live 
JL^     For  ever  on  our  tongues  : 
Sinners  from  his  nrft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs, 

2  Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
In  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 
By  off'ring  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife, 
Of  an  immortal  firain, 

Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter, 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin, 

O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fame  record  within. 

,5  -To  the  great  One-  and  Three, 

Whofeal  this  torace  in  heav'n, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

XXIX.     2d   Long  Metru^r* 

lif^i  LQRY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

VJ#*  Whole  name  has  myfleries  unknown  5 
In  crTence  One,  in  Perfon  three  ; 
A  fecial  nature,  yet  alone. 

2    When  all  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  joined, 
The  honors  of  thy  name  to  raife  ; 


"B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  z& 

Thy.  glorjcs  over -match  our, mind. 
And  angels  faint :  "beneath  the  praife. 

— r-XXX.     id  Common  Metre .-— - - 

l  rw*\  H  E  God  of  mercy  he  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  wore,. 
And,  new- creating  breathe 

%  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Sou, 

An d  Spirit— all  divine — 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

XXXI.     2d  Short  Metre.— — 

1  T     ET  God  the  Maker's  name 

JL^     Have  honor,  love  and  fear. 
To  Grod  the  Saviour,  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  x>f  lights  above, 
Thy  mercy  we  adore, 

The  Son  of  thy  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

XXXII.   3d  Long  Metre.— — 

I  HT%  O  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

J[       And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

' — -XXXIII.  Or  tbvs  :—— 

y|    LL'  glory  to  thy  wond'rou' 
Jt\      Father  of  Mercy,  Gad  of 


OV3 


Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  rfsilcuths  htavYJ~v  Dq 


25a       HYMNS    AND         B.YlIfc 

XXXIV.  3d  Common  Metre. 

NO  W  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 


■XXXV.  Or  thus 


fJONOR  to  The?,  Almighty  Three, 
J_      And  everlafting  One  ; 

All  Glory  to  the  Fa.ther  be, 
The  Spirit,  and  the  Son, 

XXXVL    3d    Short  Metre 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  Saints  who  dwell  below, 
Worlhjp  the  Father,  fove  the  Son, 

And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

XXXVII.     Or  thus  : - 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praife, 
Give  glory  to  the  bon  ; 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honor  done. 

XXXVIII.  Song  cf  praife  to  the  bktfed  Trinity 

1  I  GIVE  immortal  praife 

\_     To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
Ar.d  better  hopes  above. 

He  fent  his  own 

Eternal  Son, 

To  die  for  iins, 

Which  man  had  donz, 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

tofta)  glo-*y  too  j 


B.  Hi.   SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  i&r 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
Ysora  e^erlafting  woe  : 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns.. 

And  fees  the  fruit 

Of  ail. his  pains. 

3  To  Goethe  Spirit's  name-' 
Immortal  worfhip  give, 
Whqfe  new- creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  finrler  live  « 

His  work  compkats 
The  great  defign, 
And  fills  the  foul 
With'  joy  divine, 

4  Almighty  God,  to  Thee 
Be  endlefs- honors  done -5 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myftei'ous  One  : 

Where  reafon  fails 
Widt-an  her  powV^ 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 


■XXXIX.. 


i"  HH-O   Him  who,chofe  us  firga 

JL  Before  the  world  began, 
To  him  who  bore  the  curfe  ' 
To  fave .rebell'ous  man  : 

To  him  who  forms 

Our  hearts  anew, 

3  s  endlefs  praife 

And  glory  due, 

i.  The  Father's  love  ill  all  t\m 
Thro'  our  immortal  fongs  § 


*62         HTMNS    AND        B.  lit 

Welw^tg  to  God  the  Son 

iiofajirja*,  on  our  tongues  ; 
Our- lips  addrefs 
The  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praife, 
And  zeal  the  fame* 

3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 

And  angel  round  the  thronea 
.  For  ever  biefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One  : 
Thu?  Heav'n  £hali  ra:& 
His  honors  high, 
w/When   earth    and  time 
Grow  old  and  dk. 

I  FfzFi  O  God  the  Father's  throne 
|[       Pcrpet'al  honors  raife  ; 
Giory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  bring, 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  dug. 

* XLI.    Or  thus: * 

S  HPO  our  eternal  God, 

A    The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  my  Series  in  one  : 
Salvation,  pow!r, 
And  praife  be  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth 
And  all  in  heav'n. 


B..-IH;    SPIRITUAL  SONGS    263 

XLTI. .    Long  Metre 

— 7  be  Ho  s  ANN  A  ;    or,   Salvation  afcribed 
to  .ChrifL ; 

J   DOS  \NNA  to  king  David's  Sony 

*"*'   Who  reigns  on  a  fuper'or  throne : 
We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heav'nly.  birth, 
Who  brings  faivation  down  to  earth. 

%  Let  ev'ry.  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage  ; 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sicfi  fmg  ., 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

— — XLIII.      Common  Metre  M 

1  TJOS  ANNA  to  the  Prince  f 
X%.    Sion,  behold  thy  Kin? 

Proclaim  the  fon  of  David's  rac 
And  teach  the  babes  to  iing. 

2  Hofanna  to  th'  incarnate  We 
That  from  the  Father  came.  • 

Afcribe  faivation  to  the  Lord, 
With  bleilings,  on  his  name. 

XLip    Short  Metre. 

'OSANN  •  Son 

Of  Da  \  of  God, 

Who  brought  the  f  pardon  down, 

And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  Chrifl  th*  anointed  King 
'.     Be  endiefs  bleilings  giv'n  5 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fing, 
Who  mads  our  peace  with  heay'n, 


%b%  HTMNS,    &c.  B.  ■  Uh 


■XLV.- 


OSANNA  to  the  King 
Of  David's  ancient  blood  $ 
Behold  H"e  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God  5 
Let  old  and  young 
Attend  his  way, 
And  at  his  feet 
Their  honors  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 

earth,  and  fea,  and  iky,  . 
vond'rous  love  proclaim  : 
x>n  his  head 
11  honors  reft 
ey'ry  age 
ace  him  blefs'd. ' 


HE         EN    D. 


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T    A    B    L    E. 


y  God,  permit  my  tongue 
y  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  then 
y  God,  what  inward  grisf  1  fcd 
f  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name 
>   f  never-ceafing  fongs  (hall  fhow 
>r  refuge  is  the.  God  of  lore 
y  right'ous  Judge,  my  gracious  feod 
b  Saviour  and  my  King 

Saviour,  my  almighty  friend 

flaepherd  is  the  li?mg  Lord 

fbepheid  will  fupply  my  need 

foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 

foul  lies  cieavfng  to  the  daft 

foul,  repeat  his  praife  * 

foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife 

fpirit  locks  to  God  alone 

fpint  finks  within  me,  Lord 

truft  is  m  my  heav'nly  friend 

■  '       -  N 

nC ►  flecp  nor  /lumber  to  his  eyes        2gc 

N    Not  toourfelves,  who  are  but  duft    *£ 

fit  K  °Uf  "I™**  {hCU  0nI-v  )UR  a-d  ^  *£ 
|W  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  nW 

gT  from  the  roaring  lion's  rnge 

m  m  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind 

Jet  our  lips  frith  holy  kzr 

let  our  mournful  fengs  record 

l^maytheGcdofpowVand^ace 

»maij  my  fo!emn  vows  be  naid 
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C  for  a  {hour  of  facred  joy 

O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cdes 

O  God  of  grace  and  right'oufntfa 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 

O  happy  man  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 

O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 

O  Lord  how  many  are  my  foes 

O  Lord  our  heav'nly  King 

O  Lord  our  uord,  how  wond'rous  great  i 

Our  States,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praii 

O  that  the  Lord  *ou!d  guide  my  ways 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 

O  thou  who  hear'ft  when  finners  cry 

O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 

O  thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs 

O  what  a  (tiff  rebel Tous  houfe 

P 
TQ RAISE  waits  in  Shnt  Lord,  for  the< 
J7    Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  | 
rraife  ye  the  Lord  :  my  heart  fhall  join  i 
Praiie  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife      jl 
Preferve  mr,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 

R 
TJ  EJOICE  ye  right'ous  in  the  lord 
1^  Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftatej 
Return,  O  God  of  love,  return 
S 

SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 
Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  flood  I 
Save  me   O  I  ord,  from  ev'ry  foe 
Sec  what  a  living  ftone 
Shew  pity,  Lo* d#  O  Lord  !  forgive 


TABLE. 

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'  a1' je  nations,  to  the  Lord  3T 

to  the  lord  aloud  *3S 

to  the  ford  with  joyful  voice  92 

torheJ.ord.yei  CJ.  "8 

.  of  immortal  praife  be,      cs  *e« 

as  t  heard  my  Father  fay  g  2|6 

there's  a  nght'ow  God  '  6» 

J  !s  '^  mem'ry  of  ,hv  Brace  '54 

v»°d  to  whrm  rtvenoJ  h  ?  J3* 

|*  «  declare  %gK™f  J9« 

*'»?  of  faint.,  b'i  5' f.0'^  44 

^appears«y4t'?rwfaCe  97 

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^I^Errisle  God,  who  reign'ft  on  hig 

7(JL     That  awful  day  will  iurely  come 

^.  nee  we  adore,  eternal  name 

if  he  glories  of  my  Maker,  God 

-"he  God  of  Mer4|^be  ador'd 

:fhe  King  of  Glory  fends  his 'Son     *  i 
jpThe  lan3s  which  long  in  darkneit    >.y 

2  law  by  Mofss  came 
fr^he  law  commands,  and  makes  »*  ki 
(The  Lord  d^ciares  his  will 

The  I jorAkVjjpfc' n ir  from  above 


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W6  reigns 
gh  proclaim: 


.  ycily  of  Solomon 
iltatry  o^  our  dying  Lord 
JPj?^p:'pm:fe  of  my  Father's  love 
Vy  free 
'lab  now  appears 
>ice  of  "nay  beloved  founds 
-  >mfrmg  world  enquire  to  know 
There  is  a  hpiwe  not  made  with  hands 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  del; 
There  was  an  hour  when  Chri/}  rejoic  A 
Thefe  gfor'ous  minds,  how  bright  they 

(hioe 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 
Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
Thus  c; Id  the  fons  of  i(s 

Th:i  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  oh 
Eh  thz  ftrft,  2nd  great  a 

\  Joftv  One 
Thu«  fiith  theRuier  of  the  ikks 


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